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Not hopeless romantic, ok? >:)
Anyways, a hopeless romantic is not someone who cannot get anyone and they die lonely but is someone who is in love with true love. :)
Explored February 13 - #94 - Thanks everyone :-)
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i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
e e cummings
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ten things i've learned about photography and myself this year.
6) i'm hopeless.
more an observation than a lesson. apparently i am a hopeless romantic.
cynical, moody, and a harsh realist at times, but still a dreamer deep down inside.
i think that's why i'm so drawn to doing "vintage" shots. there is something about older time periods (for me 20's - 40's especially) that i am completely taken with. the look. the style. the music. the inherent romantic quality of that part of our history. i love it all. yes, there are lectures to be given about the downsides to those periods too. (i could probably give most of those lectures myself.) but i still think they had the market cornered on romance.
much earlier this year, i was tagged and had to give 16 facts about myself. one of the things i talked about was feeling like i was born at the wrong time. my looks seem to linger in the 30's or 40's, my soul belongs to the 60's and yet ... here i am. i still feel this way - even more so now after looking through a year's worth of photos. so many of them seem to find me trying for a time other than this one. trying for that sense of romance which seems to be lacking so often today.
like i said, more an observation than a lesson. i was just struck by how many "old" photos i've done this year. says a lot about who i am.
song of the day: as time goes by, by herman hupfeld
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Secret #2: I am a hopeless romantic. I want fireworks, butterflies in my stomach, love songs, love notes and the endless feeling of new love. Even after almost 4 yrs of marriage. Luckily it's something that is important to both of us. Something we really try to do for each other each day.
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Though surely we have never met, from far across the sea.
I know your ways, your silhouette, your soul was made for me.
And so I come to find you, through the depths of endless time,
to find a truth I've always known, of one manner and one kind.
My hope is once the dream is found, the worth of all man's journeys...
that one, the one I've always known, is free and lonely for me.
-Josh Liba
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There is a HUGE raven that hangs out right in front of our house. I've seen it grab a squirrel and almost take off with it.........super scary!
Despite my raucous behavior, flirtation and bravado, I am an old fashioned girl at heart.
I am leaving for Girl's Night. Y'all behave while I'm gone. I don't want to have to send anyone to the corner when I get back. I spent all day offline, besides uploading this photo (and leaving a few comments earlier. Ooops. I forgot about that.). I'm so proud of myself. Y'all have a good night!
© Kimberley Richards, 2009
Hello!!! :)
This was my photo idea for yesterday, but by the time we got home it was pretty dark outside, so I took it today, here it is!
"Hey Stephen, I've been holdin' back this feelin'
So I've got some things to say to you
Hah, I've seen it all, so I thought
But I've never seen nobody shine the way you do
The way you walk, way you talk, way you say my name
It's beautiful, wonderful, don't you ever change
Hey Stephen, why are people always leavin'
I think you and I should stay the same"
~ Hey Stephen by Taylor Swift
This song seems appropriate, although I would insert a different name :) (love the last two lines there especially)
There were two pictures from today's shoot that I liked and didn't have to edit, plus one of them I'm smiling :O:O so yay finally a smiling picture!
Hopefully you don't mind an 'A' and 'B' for today's 365
p.s. I totally forgot to mention that I am actually LEFT-handed, but my arm was in front of the heart when I held the pencil naturally, so I had to switch hands! haha
First off thanks to Thorpeland for his testimonial! Too sweet of him =)
Back to work tonight. Not sure about this photo, I've been seeing it in my head for a while and it didn't turn out quite like I expected? I love doing clone shots though, there's so much to learn in Photoshop! My original thought process just wrapped around settling in "love" when you aren't really happy. I know I've compromised my own happiness bunch of times just hoping for that quick fix. I'll always be a hopeless romantic and deep down want every relationship to work. But, I think right now I've actually made smart choices (for once). I haven't just jumped in to cure that loneliness. That's a good thing. Let's hope I can keep it up. I guess that means I'm growing up or something??
...Although, my clone IS looking pretty tempting ;) Loosly based on Meagan Burges photo found here: www.flickr.com/photos/shadesofjadephotography/3663164622/
Adapted from: The Colors of Love by John Lee
The Hopeless Romantic [eros]: This lover is very in tune with beauty and appearances. They may be viewed as a fantasizer who has unrealistic views of the world. Often times they see a marriage as a honeymoon that never ends and physical intimacy as the ultimate experience. They often choose partners that are attractive and may occasionally go as far as dismissing the more admirable qualities needed to create a long term relationship. As a result, true hopeless romantics often feel empty and perceptive to their lovers imperfections. The upside to this love style is the sentimental side. This particular lover can find comfort in filling trapped in their fantasy. The downside is eventually the beauty of the situation fades and the danger of living life trapped in fantasy.
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Casanova [ludus]: This type of lover is more in tune with quantity and instead of quality in relationships. They enjoy playing the field and often recover from break ups rather quickly. Lover's of this style are very self-controlled and choose to manage love instead of letting love just run its course. Many times casanova's usually only entertain a partner while they are interesting to them. They often find themselves engaging in "outside" relationship experiences.
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The Maniac [mania]:
This type of love style often has extreme highs and lows. Mania lovers are very intense emotional lovers, who often worry themselves about the loss of the love. They may experience extreme jealousy for what appears to be little reasoning. Manic love is obsessive, and they wants to have their lover completely. They also want their lover to intensely love them in return. Their sense of self worht comes from being loved rather than inner satisfaction. They believe that if there is love nothing else matters.
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The Waiter [storge]:
This type of love style goes on a quest, not for love, but for compatibility. Usually looking to pursue a relationship with someone they are know and share similar interests. They believe love and emotions will come in time....that could be a long time. They may find themselves in situations where it's hard to define where the relationship stands. Physical intimacy usually comes late and has no significant importance.
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Traditional [pragma]:
Those with the traditional love style are interested in realism and seeking a relationship that will work. They look for harmonizing relationships that fulfill their needs. They are more focused on the social aspect of things rather than the personal. For instance, having similar backgrounds and family life. They do not rely much on feelings but on logic. Love is seen asa useful relationship (i.e. can my partner cook?, do they earn a good living? will my family like this person?). Their relationships rarely end because of the careful planning put into it.
No need to pinch yourself ladies... You may be stunned to find out I am available.
Stunned? I know, it is truly hard to believe. But I assure you, it won't last long, so you best act quickly.
About Me: Awww geee... I hate these sorts of things. Well, what is there to say about me? I am a hopeless romantic. Deep down I just want a lady to walk hand in hand with me around the perimeter of the local dirt racing track. The roar of them V8's, the smell of Miller, Brake Dust, and Auto Fumes creating an intoxicating, and mildly dizzying aroma, in the air. I can't think of anything more romantic than that.
Likes: Country Music, NASCAR, The South, Those adorable lil' Calvin peeing on Jeff Gordon Stickers, any NASCAR Driver not named Jeff Gordon, Ho-Ho's, Beer (in a can of course, I ain't no high-society type), Bass Fishing, Shopping for Bass Fishing Supplies at Bass Pro Shop, CMT, the works of William Shakespeare.
Hobbies: Watching NASCAR, Drinking Beer, Fishing, uhhh... is eating Pork Rinds a hobby?
The Perfect Lady: A lady that would honor and cherish me... and by that i mean bring me my beer and pork rinds... ooooh, and some ho-ho's too.
Ladies, you best act fast, cause fellas like me don't stay on the market long... and when I'm gone, you's gonna regret it.
Day 99 of 365: a year in songs and photos
Song: Bouncing Souls, Hopeless Romantic
I ventured to the 99 cent store yesterday. I'm sure you have one of those stores in your area - I've never driven through a town that didn't have at least one. Some of the stores might mark up for inflation (Everything One Dollar!), but it's the same idea.
I like this store. They have shelves filled with name brand stuff - Palmolive dishwashing soap, Scott paper towels, Arizona ice tea - as well as shelves brimming with name brands imported from other countries. Like a box of Tampons from Japan - you recognize the name and the branding symbol, but you're not sure if you're buying super size or light days. For 99 cents, you just wing it.
Every 99 cent store has at least two aisles devoted to kitsch. Small, useless statues. Plastic hand held games that haven't been seen since the 1960's. Precious Moment knock-offs emblazoned with cheesy sentiments. I always walk down the aisle in amazement, wondering who actually buys these things and why.
I found out the answer to that burning question yesterday. Those kitschy items are bought by the desperate. Men with shaky hands and darkened eyes who, when pressured, make bad life choices. If having an affair isn't a problem in and of itself, shopping in the dollar store for both your paramours just reeks of bad karma.
So I'm in the store picking up some paper towels and Scotch tape. As always, I find myself in the kitsch aisle. There's a display that's obviously meant to catch the eye of the cheap Valentine shopper. A row of plastic men with Barney Gumble physiques, arms outstretched, gut sticking out are placed at eye level. Chiseled on the base of the statue are the words I Love You This Much!
This is what passed for sentimental tokens of love back in the late 60's and early 70's. A whole line of these statues called Silliscupts made their way into our homes and wet bars, their big eyes and bulging stomachs standing guard over our shag rugs and linear furniture. That the inventors of these statues - the Berrie brothers - went on to form one of the most profitable stuffed animal companies ever is a bit alarming, as they built that empire on the backs of people who thought plastic sentiments made for good gifts.
The statues that line the shelves of the 99 cent store aren't genuine Silliscups, but they are from the same mold, so to speak. Trite sayings, cheap plastic, deformed people, animals that appear to have been part of some bold experiment in cross breeding - they're all right there in the most bizarre Valentine's Day display since the Vagina Monologues.
A nice looking middle aged man comes down the aisle. He stops in front of the row of plastic statues and begins fondling each one, seemingly to judge the sturdiness of the plastic. He picks up the guy with outstretched arms then puts him down. Picks up a wide-eyed girl who is saying "You're the BESTEST!" Puts her down and fiddles around with the Barney Gumble guy again. I notice a wedding ring on his finger. He's also holding a Valentine's Day card he's going to purchase along with his piece of kitsch. He puts the card down on the shelf to better caress his would-be purchases and I notice it's one of those double entendre cards that say "I love you" but mean "Strip naked and blow me." I'm thinking that this guy is in deep shit if he goes home with that card and 99 cent statue for his wife. I think about offering a little unsolicited advice, but keep my mouth shut because, who am I to judge? Maybe his wife likes cheap tokens of love. Maybe she thinks Barny Gumble is hot.
His cell rings. I recognize the ringtone as Rod Stewart's Do You Think I'm Sexy and a little warning bell goes off in my head. He's a playa.
So I stand there, feigning interesting in a plastic frog with felt heart eyes. His little froggy hand is holding up a sign that says "I'd croak without you." I listen in on Mr. Playa's half of the conversation. It's not hard to do, he's talking loud enough for me to think he wants me to hear him be the manly man that he is.
I know, sweetie. I know. But if we can't be together on Valentine's Day, we have the rest of the year to be together....
Yes, darling. Aruba does sound lovely. I just have to umm...wait...for umm....the right, uh, time....
It's you, baby. You're my real Valentine. Heheh, after all, who's getting the fur coat? And who's getting me? Hehe......
I swear he winks at me, but I turn my head, my attention diverted by a stuffed dog that has seen better days. It's ears are ragged and it smells like pepper, a smell that vaguely reminds me of church carnivals. The dog comes with a marker and there's a piece of white felt draped over it's back. I suppose you're supposed to write your own sentiments on the dog.
Victoria's Secret, eh? That pink one I liked so much? Really? Hehee
The guy picks up the Valentine's card he left on the shelf, glances at it and suddenly looks disgusted. He sticks the card back on the shelf, shoving it between the smiling clown figurine and the lighted seashell. His voice goes down one notch.
Well, I have to buy her something. You know how it is, uh uh...mmhmm....oh god, silk? Really? You what? Right now, you are?
I have this curious urge to check out the guy's crotch because I can tell from the tone of his voice he's sporting wood. Whoever is on the other end of the Do You Think I'm Sexy line is playing him for all he's worth. Instead, I grab the frog with the felt eyes and walk up to the cashier. Sexy guy has officially creeped me out and I want to get out of the store and back to my safe little world where people only buy 99 cent figurines as a joke. Because in the scenario I came up with, Sexy guy is buying that for his wife, while his mistress in pink silk is getting fur. I wonder how the wife will react. And then I wonder if that plastic statue is heavy enough to inflict damage if brought down on someone's head. Probably not.
So I woke up this morning thinking about Sexy guy and his wife and whether or not he actually gave her the statue as a Valentine's Day gift. I think the best present a guy like that could give his wife is to run off with whatever hobag he's sleeping with. Hopefully, he'll contract some sexually transmitted disease and his dick will fall off. While it's inside his ho.
I suppose Sexy guy's indiscretion isn't as bad as that of an old friends' ex husband who, for Valentine's Day in 1998, bought her a sexual aid that involved spikes, batteries and a safety warning that said "Have 911 on speed dial." A week after she had a hysterectomy.
Anyhow, Happy Valentine's Day to all of you. If we were strangers hanging out in a bar, I'd stick my tongue down your throat and make inappropriate comments about your sexual prowess. But we're not, so you'll just have to settle for frog with felt eyes.
( i wrote this four years ago)
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"There will be room for your hand in mine." He said...
"Thanks for spoiling me always!" She replied~
To some, Life = Love
67/366 03.07.2016
Kiss might be an aspiring zombie kitty rock star that tends to gravitate toward the glam and goth, but, at heart, he's a hopeless romantic. (Then again, aren't all goth boys richly romantic at their cores?) Kiss' band might perform songs that are all about rebellion and questioning "the establishment", but, in secret, Kiss plays flamenco and nylon-string guitar, and he sings about lost, unrequited and star-crossed love. His journals contain dozens of poems about pretty kitty Kelis. . . the zombie girl that he feels "got away". You will rarely find him without his tattered copy of Gabriel Garcia Marquez's novel, Love in the Time of Cholera. He desperately needs to be with someone who can show him that he's a great catch, despite Kelis' obliviousness of his devotion.
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