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Olin & the Moon - Not in Love

My heart is breaking…

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Why the wedding ring is worn on the fourth finger: The Chinese give a beautiful explanation to this. The thumb represents your parents. The index finger represents your siblings. The middle finger represents yourself. The ring finger represents your life partner. The little finger/pinky represents your children. Hold your hands together like the picture. Join your middle fingers back-to-back, and the remaining fingers tip-to-tip. Now, try to separate your thumbs. They will separate because your parents are not destined to live with you forever. Rejoin your thumbs and separate your index fingers. They will separate because your siblings will have their own families and lead their own lives. Rejoin your index fingers and separate your little fingers/pinkies. They will separate because your children will grow up, get married, and settle down. Rejoin your little fingers/pinkies and try to separate your ring finger. They will not be able to separate because your life partner is meant to be with you throughout your entire life, through thick and thin.

Why the wedding ring is worn on the fourth finger:

The Chinese give a beautiful explanation to this.

  • The thumb represents your parents.
  • The index finger represents your siblings.
  • The middle finger represents yourself.
  • The ring finger represents your life partner.
  • The little finger/pinky represents your children.

Hold your hands together like the picture. Join your middle fingers back-to-back, and the remaining fingers tip-to-tip.

Now, try to separate your thumbs. They will separate because your parents are not destined to live with you forever. Rejoin your thumbs and separate your index fingers. They will separate because your siblings will have their own families and lead their own lives. Rejoin your index fingers and separate your little fingers/pinkies. They will separate because your children will grow up, get married, and settle down. Rejoin your little fingers/pinkies and try to separate your ring finger. They will not be able to separate because your life partner is meant to be with you throughout your entire life, through thick and thin.

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purusamoretfelicitas: He claims he can read my mind. Haha.

purusamoretfelicitas:

He claims he can read my mind. Haha.

purusamoretfelicitas: I loved these books in grade school! I wrote a report in 8th grade about Lois and got to email back and forth with her. I thought it was the coolest thing ever! :) <3

purusamoretfelicitas:

I loved these books in grade school! I wrote a report in 8th grade about Lois and got to email back and forth with her. I thought it was the coolest thing ever! :)

<3

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Hi. What is your name?
Asked by Anonymous

Fallon :)

Is connecting with someone really this complicated or do we just make it worse?

       Somewhere along the way we’ve gotten lost..took too many rights away from each other back there along the path and now I feel like I’m fighting to find myself back to something that’s long gone.

       Is there really a such thing as second chances or is it just doomed to fail regardless? I’ve been given a million and one chances and I still just can’t seem to find my niche.

       I look around at my life, and I’m anything but pleased with where I am, but I have no clue where I’m going or where I even remotely want to go. I set myself up for disappointment time and time again and I just can’t seem to break the habit.

       Somewhere along the way I slipped off track. I can’t find my place here in this world we’ve created and I’m not sure of how to cure myself of this misery I walk through everyday.

       There was a time when I could find the beauty in almost everything, and now I’ve lost that perspective on life it seems.  I’m stuck in memories of you and me. I continue to ask myself what if and what could of been.  Somehow I convince myself that maybe things could still work, but deep down I know better, but as soon as I feel like I’ve moved on, I find myself picking away at those loose threads and watching myself unravel.

       Maybe I’ve made too many mistakes along the way, maybe I’m beyond forgiveness and second chances. Maybe I’ve taken too much to be given any thing more.

       Truth is, I live a life of misery hidden behind a front of fake smiles. I miss you each and every day regardless of where I am or what I’m doing. Some nights are better than others, but some nights I just lie in bed and cry out for you.

        I know things are better off this way (or at least I tell myself so), but you affect me unlike any other soul could. And really I just can’t escape the regret.

        My life is in shambles and I just can’t seem to fix this. I can’t seem to fix myself. I’m so unhappy with where I am, but I can’t seem to find the exit door. I’m lost in this labyrinth we call life.

                           Take my hand and lead me out of this maze please.

There is something indescribably moving in the way nature in Petersburg, suddenly with the coming of spring, reveals herself in all her might and glory, in all the splendour with which heaven has endowed her, in the way she blossoms out, dresses up, decks herself out with flowers….She reminds me somehow rather forcibly of that girl, ailing and faded, upon whom you sometimes look with pity or with a certain compassionate affection, or whom you simply do not notice at all, but who in the twinkling of an eye and only for one fleeting moment becomes by some magic freak of chance indescribably fair and beautiful; and, stunned and fascinated, you ask yourself what power it was that made those sad and wistful eyes blaze forth with such a fire? What caused the rush of blood to her pale and hollow cheeks What brought passion to that sweet face? Why did her bosom heave so wildly?
White Nights by Fyodor Dostoyevsky  (via quotesforintellectuals)

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Lulz!!