“This is my simple religion. There is no need for temples; no need for complicated philosophy. Our own brain, our own heart is our temple; the philosophy is kindness.”—The Dalai Lama (via jeralyndwile)
It wasn’t that out of control feeling you get when you’re like, “OH MY GOD, I want to HAVE THIS MAN’S BABIES.” Or whatever. Ladies, you know what I mean. - Julia Allison
Actually, no, I don’t know what you mean. Never. Never in my life have I ever thought that about a man - even the ones that I dated for a considerable amount of time. In meeting a guy for the first time my thoughts may wander to what you’ve got to do to have said babies, but the babies themselves, not so much. I don’t see this changing anytime soon, but maybe I’m just not normal about this whole baby thing.
In parting, I’d like to leave you poor boys who are subject to this phenomenon some advice. I would learn very quickly what that ‘aha’ moment above looks like on the face of ‘normal’ ladies. And I would run like hell. Unless of course you’re all, “OH MY GOD, I want to IMPREGNATE THIS WOMAN” in which case, best of luck to you both.
It’s nights like tonight that I miss my Kimmah most. We lived in an adorable bungalow duplex in midtown our senior year of college, and spent many a Friday night/early Saturday morning tucked into our respective beds reading books. We would call to one another from our cocoons in the wee hours to laugh, say goodnight or most often see which one of us was willing to climb out of said cocoon to grab a snack for the both of us. I miss those nights when I’m home alone, like tonight, and up late reading. I loved having her 20 feet away in another bedroom to call out to if I needed anything - even if it was just reassurance that I wasn’t the only loser up at 4am finishing a book. On a Friday night. Because that was what I wanted to do.
We liked to be alone, but together. I think some of the best relationships are those in which you realize you are alone, but together in one another’s thoughts or hearts. My Kimmah, though far away in San Diego with her hubby and growing pregnant belly, is certainly never far from either of mine.
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