Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Male Muse: Roger Radcliffe

I watched 101 Dalmations (1961) last night, and this Disney classic has left me in a nostalgic coma. It's funny, watching something like this after  a decade and a half. I don't remember it being this upsetting while watching this as a kid, oh, but cry I did last night.
Also. I can't believe it has taken me all this time to realise how much of a cartoon babe Roger Radcliffe is. He's a bachelor music composer. He's funny. He's romantic. He loves dogs. He's kind. He's incredibly charming. He's tall (lean, long limbs!). He has nice hair (subjective). And he really rocks skinny slacks and sweater vests (not easy). I can't believe I've overlooked this insanely attractive songwriting hipster gentleman!
He's made me want to meet my future husband when our clever dogs' leashes tangle together in a park.

Monday, February 20, 2012

Unless you love


I love e.e. cummings,
I love a cupcake run for breakfast,
I love movie marathons with my mum,
I love hugging people to make their day,
And I love Jesus.

Monday, January 16, 2012

A life of love


Go after a life of love as if your life depended on it—because it does.” 
I Corinthians 14:1 (The Message)

Loosen up. Don’t you have some people to hug, rocks to skip, or lips to kiss? . . .
It’s time to retire. Not from your job, just retire from your attitude. Honestly, has complaining ever made the day better? Has grumbling ever paid the bills? Has worrying about tomorrow ever changed it?
Let someone else run the world for a while.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Who will love me, for me?


He cries in the corner where nobody sees 
He's the kid with the story no one would believe
He prays every night, Dear God won't you please 
Could you send someone here who will love me?

Who will love me for me
Not for what I have done or what I will become
Who will love me for me
Cause nobody has shown me what love
What love really means

Her office is shrinking a little each day
She's the woman whose husband has run away
She'll go to the gym after working today
Maybe if she was thinner 
Then he would've stayed
And she says

Who will love me for me? 
Not for what I have done or what I will become
Who will love me for me?
Cause nobody has shown me what love, what love really means

He's waiting to die as he sits all alone
He's a man in a cell who regrets what he's done
He utters a cry from the depths of his soul
Oh Lord, forgive me, I want to go home

Then he heard a voice somewhere deep inside
And it said 
I know you've murdered and I know you've lied
I have watched you suffer all of your life 
And now that you'll listen, I'll tell you that I

I will love you for you
Not for what you have done or what you will become
I will love you for you
I will give you the love 
The love that you never knew

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Fairy Tales

When I was a little girl, I used to read fairy tales. In fairy tales you meet Prince Charming and he's everything you ever wanted. In fairy tales the bad guy is easy to spot. The bad guy is always wearing a black cape so you always know who he is. Then you grow up and realise that Prince Charming is not as easy to find as you thought. You realise the bad guy is not wearing a black cape and he's not easy to spot; he's funny, and he makes you laugh, and he has perfect hair.

I am 23, going on 13

This has almost nothing to do with the Sound of Music. Let me just say that apparently I’m 30 going on 13. I don’t know what happened bu...