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NY under water.
The eye-catching swimming pool in Mumbai, India, has been built to raise awareness about the threat of sea level rises as a result of global warming.
It was constructed by attaching a giant aerial photograph of the New York City skyline to the floor of the pool.
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This is how you lose her.
You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.
You must remember when she forgets.
You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention.
She remembers when you forget.
You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.
You must learn her.
You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.
You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.
And, this is how you keep her.
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Stairway To Heaven: I could write about you for days. each breath taken and each smile...
psychedelic-orchids-in-her-hair:
I could write about you for days. each breath taken and each smile spent with you is dazzling. when I close my eyes and picture you, my hand moves and the pen leaks ink, and it’s like I haven’t released these feelings in years. like all of the beauty in me was stored for centuries.I’m tangled up in you. I’ve never started out a relationship being completely honest. I was a coward or I didn’t care about the feelings of others, but for the first time ever, I put it all out there. I told you something I had never told anyone, not even one of my closet friends. I don’t know what caused me to do it. something inside me, pushed me out of the darkness. something inside me, told me it was okay. I feel safe around you. your arms are my castle and your words are the moon. bright, one of a kind, and no matter what, always there. I never look at the clock when I’m with you, ever. and when I ask you what time it is, you jokingly laugh and say “why, you got a hot date?” I giggle back to you and always say “you know what, don’t tell me, I don’t want to know the time”. it’s a first. I wish you had met me a year ago, just for the sake of seeing how much better I am. I worried, I fought, I lied. I want to be a calming ocean for you, I don’t want to push you away with strong waves, and I don’t want to scare you away with cold waters. stay in my arms and I’ll protect you. everything you do makes me smile and laugh, and everything you do is right for me. I never knew I could be this way, that I could be more understanding of peoples past. if you had met me a year ago I would have left the moment you told me your secrets. the moment your words escaped those preciously soft pink lips with your confessions. or I would have don’t to you what I did to others, looked at you with shameful eyes, but you’re just different from the rest. I could never look down on you. in fact, I respect all that you do for me. it’s incredibly new to me. having someone take care of me and always surprise me with little things, but I don’t take them for granted. you are a blessing. from the moment I met you, I didn’t want to let you in, but my heart chose otherwise. I wore it on my sleeve for you even with all these fears and hesitations. I was, and still am completely vulnerable. I’m on the edge looking down to the moving cars, I’m hanging on by a thread, but I trust you. I don’t know how and I don’t know why, don’t ask me, but I do. I think it’s the way you’re completely honest with me. you knew that by telling me who you really were, I could have easily grabbed my things and left. but I remember your exact words that night, “I need to tell you stacy, because I’m falling for you, and I don’t want to tell you later on and have you go, I cant.” and so you told me, and I sat there, in complete silence as we both looked into the darkly lit walls surrounding us, no words. I could hear your heartbeat. ” you can go if you want, I don’t expect you to stay, no one has and I won’t hate you for it” I took a huge breath, consumed your words, let them free into my heart. and as the seconds passed like snowflakes drifting in the chilling white air, I reached over to you. cupped your gentle and small face into my arms and kissed you. “I’m not going anywhere, I can’t”
psychedelic-orchids-in-her-hair:
have you every yearned for someone so badly that it makes your heart ache with anticipation and excitement. both fear and beauty rushes inside you. you are my beautiful disaster.
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