commentary by jennifer kiley
today, i have been creating. i wandered into my creartive past and resurrected a novel that i wrote pre the days of the computer. i want to see where i was when i was stoned when i wrote and the typewriter was at lease electric. the novel has a good story and plot, great characters, good villains, physical promblems, love, renewal, psychological issues, art, writing, healing and riches. when i pick up something i’ve written in my past, i find i do not recognize it. the question keeps echoing in my mind: did i really write that? when i realize i did, i am amazed. i have creative amnesia. i never remember anything that i have created. today, i also created a new page for my blog titled “all things cinema.” i had a blast putting the page together. i love films with an obsessive passion. so this is going to be fun searching out for unique videso and information to post. hope you will check it out when you find the time.
and now for the main attraction. everyone wants to know somethihg about love. i know i like falling in love. i enjoy the high it brings to my insides. i believe they are actually butterflies fluttering in my stomach. love can be such a serious matter. it is filled with joy and it’s opposite pain. the pain is sweet and maddening. it oveflows and devastates. i know i cannot live withou it but i also find myself running from it. it terrifies me so. there is the rush then the anticipation that you will not be able to give enough back in return. this is definitely a topic i want to explore and write about more at a further date. now i would like to present the words that led me to write up this post. thanks, jennifer.
jayarrarr-defenistrations: an incredible writer on tumblr who authored the following words and they so spoke to me that i felt a strong urge to share them. here they are. i am going to arrange them in a way that i feel emphasizes them more specifically and separately.
If someone asked you what love is, how would you respond?
Love walks a tightrope barefoot over a bottomless pit engulfed in flames and never looks back.
Love conjures a smile through tears.
Love believes impossible things are possible.
Love is truth, and as such, is sometimes painful.
Love is necessary.
Love is the beauty that shines through cracks in imperfectly broken things.
Love is hanging your arm out of an open car window on a hot summer’s day road trip and pretending to fly.
Love whispers “it gets better”.
Love makes you cry at weddings and laugh at funerals.
Love pushes you, challenges you, refuses to let you compromise.
Love never backs down no matter how hard you fight.
Love is that one song you play over and over a hundred times and never get tired of.
Love takes charge when you’ve lost all hope, and makes sure you keep going.
Love thinks you’re amazing and doesn’t give a fuck how depressed, angry, ugly, or stupid you feel.
Love is lightning bugs.
Love is spinning ‘round and ‘round in circles until you fall down.
Love is the wave that knocks you off your feet when your back is turned.
Love is stubborn, and won’t take “no” for an answer.
Love is fearless.
Love is also blind, deaf, and dumb —
and that’s a good thing.