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How important is beauty? If it is then the further question should be: what defines beauty? If we come to a reasonable definition then we should ask: who defines beauty?
For me beauty is framed by the following:
* Caring disposition. Not in a self serving way but the kind of person that steps outside of their own familiar framework to touch the heart of another.
* Gentleness. The kind that does not indicate the absence of strength but rather an abundance of it kept in abeyance.
* Synchronicity. Where moments shared speaks to the core of what matters.
So, I wonder... do aesthetics matter? If so the question should be asked: is it based on symmetry, familiarity or intrinsically?
There are plenty of men from all over the world who are attractive. BuzzFeed did a study with 12 countries and wrote an article and made a YouTube video about it.
Mind you, these men are models, so your mileage may vary.
I like the term metrosexual, but I didn't know lumbersexual was a thing.
I'm on board with the long hair, but you can keep the beard and the plaid shirt. I'm also on board with manscaping. We women have to keep ourselves groomed, why shouldn't men do it too?
Here is the article link:
The bald pig is pulling the pin .
Good to see the rubbish is thinning out .
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Do you miss the word " I love You " in your life ?
The Expressivity of the bloom is captured within the strain of the Blossoming Rose. A Melancholic hue fills the foyer of my mind as I tease my transfixed stare with the temptations of pressing upon the thorns a bit harder with each passing stroke as I caress the stem of the Rose. Each leaf dangling there slowly losing its life as it gives all that it has left for the life of what’s more than just a flower. And in my baneful selfishness I contemplate the idea of being in control as I press harder upon the thorns as I contemplate the girl, I am about to give this Rose to. Like the wick of an old lantern that holds what oil is left within it My hope for satisfying her every desire steadily burns within me yet to an end that will come at a time unknown. Yet like the wrecking ball that tears through structures to make way for new foundations courage beckons me to think not of the thorns or the temptations to earn the right of giving, by bleeding there upon them, I am swayed into a luring motion of handing the rose out to her awaiting her quick yet soft embrace of its profound beauty. In my mind the Rose crumbles to dust and ash. Yet in my hand it remains intact ever so vibrant in its warming majestic glow, of Natures endless words, of a love unspoken. And I with trembling knees extend my arm and hand, the Rose leaning towards her as if it was thirsting for the light of the sun. Yet I am poor and can't afford to buy a rose, so I go and pick a Dandelion instead. What Love I have I'd long to give, if I could but afford that which would by grace express it. And then with a saddened repose I swallow my saliva as if it were a melancholic wine to savor, for I hath no one to give the Dandelion to for the girl I'd long to love I had only imagined. Was I a fool for the imagery or a romanticist for the motions? I felt grieved with resentment for it was pointless to pick the Dandelion. Yet for some reason I began to smile as I realized the Dandelion carried within it many many seeds to spread forth its life anew: or maybe, I could just kiss her hand.
..I wanna fall in love again..Getting bored of all this mindless loveless sex....
This man is an american model..the person to his right is his wife..who used to be a man..
I am posting this for all of my CS peeps! Please take the time to enjoy!
You'd better be quick, and you'd better make it good. Because I'll delete it in a few hours most likely. And be polite.