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The best relationship art depicts the highs and lows of the authentic couple.
Falling for a Friend
I want to take all I love and press it like flowers in a book. I want to take all your insecurities and hang them to the fridge. I want to show you how proud I am of the person you are and who you are becoming. I urged so badly to spin you like a globe and drag my finger across. I wanted to discover every piece of you that you were hesitant to reveal to anyone else. When we share hidden parts of ourselves with one another, we’re trusting that person with secret sections of our hearts. I just wanted to love the bits you believed were unlovable.
By macy darcie8 years ago in Humans
What Art Can Teach Us About Love
A few weeks ago I went on a first date to the Tate Modern where I, unexpectedly, ended up seeing the Picasso: Love, Fame, and Tragedy exhibition. I will admit to having very few preconceptions: I like art but I am in no way an expert, and I have been underwhelmed by both dates and art (Water Lilies, anyone?) on too many separate occasions. This time, though, I was pleasantly surprised on both fronts.
By Eleni Peitho8 years ago in Humans
Two Weeks Girl
Let’s see, she is the definition of being “totally blonde.” Which is kind of ironic though because I would never have seen her as a dumb, kinky, quirky, super model-esque type of girl. I am here to say that she is the very opposite of those things, at least from what I know. She’s a Rockstar. Especially when I first got a glance at her punk style outfit with high top converses, high shorts (like really high lol), and her trademark for wearing a sweater that barely passed her fingertips. What surprised me more about her was that she was shy. Not like “I’m never gonna speak to you at all 'cause I get so nervous around others,” but more like “I just can’t help it. I’m shy and that’s not changing anytime soon.”
By Andre Davis8 years ago in Humans
The Way That I See You
If only you could see yourself the way that I see you. The way that your eyes crinkle and your cheeks crease into dimples when you smile super big. When you laugh so hard you don’t make a sound anymore, just a silent smile that I know you can barely contain. The way you walk as if no one notices you, but really I’m sure the whole room is staring.
By Clare Strayer8 years ago in Humans
The Storm
With each new day that passes… I get a new sense of the feeling “happy” with you. Happy for me used to be a sad emotion. I was just existing in a monochromatic world. Bland. I was used to just surviving the storm, thinking I wasn’t worthy, or the next tragedy was looming in the shadow of the light of my temporary smile.
By madison bartos8 years ago in Humans
Memories in the Needles
For Karen, knitting isn’t just a hobby; you can see the connections and relationships to people in her life in the patterns of colors she creates. When I wear my gray knitted hat by her, I am reminded of kindness and generosity. When her co-worker adorns her summer tank top, she thinks of friendship and creativity. When Karen’s niece picks out her accessories to prepare for the cold Michigan winters, she feels it necessary to warn people, “I am particular because my aunt and grandma are knitters.” The way she says “knitters” is with a capital “K”.
By Kristy Loxton9 years ago in Humans
A Timeless Love
Him: ...happiness never comes when it has to. Her: I'll be happy about these moments, so important, who knows when- Him: A long time ago, I kissed a girl. I felt nothing but a bitter flesh taste. The taste of a hand, like I kissed just a simple hand.
By Alexandra Duma9 years ago in Humans
Retribution: Chapter 13
On Bastille Day, Adèle rose late. When she awoke, she noticed that Charles had already gotten up. The white curtains on the large window had been pushed back and there was a tray of coffee and pastries on the pouffe in front of the large round mirror.
By Rachel Lesch9 years ago in Humans
Retribution: Chapter 12
Augustin lived about a nine minute walk away from Notre Dame. In the morning, the bells of the cathedral could be heard ringing as people were waking up and shops were opening. He would set out from his building and head out and walk towards the cathedral and cross to the other side of the river to look for something to do.
By Rachel Lesch9 years ago in Humans
Retribution: Chapter 11
One evening as it was growing dark, Marianne came home and knelt on the floor by the bed. Under her bed were old hat boxes with paisley patterns, floral patterns, and geometric patterns. She pulled out one of the smaller boxes and put in on the bed.
By Rachel Lesch9 years ago in Humans
