Love like yoghurt.

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I just adore this quote by Jarod Kintz! Follow him on Twitter or have a look at his Facebook page if you would like to investigate for yourself. The man is a bit of an enigma… the interwebs seems to be crawling with his quotes, and yet there’s no trace of factual information about him to be found. And I use the word ‘factual’ very lightly, even Wikipedia is stumped. Who ever he may be, he seems to know me very well… ^_^

He also authored three definitions on Urban Dictionary which I thoroughly enjoy:

Sexistentialism: A philosophy that proposes that a person should live for the moment, because when you die, you’re screwed. A big proponent of this was Sartre, Kama Sartre.

The Mythical Mr. Boo: A man so elusive, so mysterious, that nobody’s 100 percent sure he even exists. And although there are sceptics out there, they can’t prove that he doesn’t exist. One thing’s for sure, he has a reputation of a mystic, urban guru.

The Mythical Mr. Boo is intergenerational. If you are what you wear, he is his own grandma.

The Mythical Mr. Boo is like a fog that creeps about your window while you are fornicating with your wife. And just like fog, if the police ever catch him, he’ll be cleared by morning.

Ourafoura: An entity that hovers over the subconscious like a fog, yet avoids fields and pastures like cows avoid escalators. His wisdom is exceeded only by the vagueness of his memory. He is fond of saying many things, some of which are more cryptic than others. Orafoura, aside from being an entity, can also be described as a spontaneous feeling, like making a chicken suit from scratch, and not making it out of yellow feathers, but out of scrambled eggs. One of his favorite sayings is, “You must be the perspiration when all the world is deodorant.” But that’s just all talk, because Orafoura has no sweat glands.

I am a presence that fills up a room, like the laughter that comes from deep within a child who only has one lung.

 

Happy days.

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I’ve spent a lot of time beating myself up lately, confusing brutality with beauty. But the real beauty is that sometimes happiness happens to you, whether you went looking for it or not. Charlie Chaplin said: “Despair is a narcotic. It lulls the mind into indifference.” And I admit, I was a junkie. It’s too easy to believe that things will never get better and it’s safer just to stay sad, but Charlie also says: “Nothing is permanent in this world, not even our troubles.” When the heavy feeling suddenly passes it’s kinda difficult to remember what was really holding you down. Just trust me, wait it out.

The shape of your heart.

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It doesn’t really matter what your heart looks like it is most certainly capable of love and being loved. Whether it looks half dead, entirely broken or just odd from the outside, trust me, it works. I recently watched Only Lovers Left Alive for the first time and then I watched it about 25  more times since then. As is my tradition, I can’t just “like” something I have to obsess about it, and the film is no different. If you’re suicidally romantic like myself do yourself a favour and make it your movie to watch this week.