Kiss her. It might be your last chance…

I spied this print on my blog-trawling today, and thought it was just ace. Apparently the designer’s husband spotted this phrase graffiti’d somewhere, and it inspired her to make these posters. It makes me ponder the tragic little tale of the individual that scrawled it on a wall, and wonder how many men have passed by, and upon reading it, have been motivated to action. *sigh* Or maybe I’m just a hopeless romantic.

Speaking of kisses (segue of perfection), I’ve been digging The XX lately. They’ve been on my iTunes for some time now, patiently waiting for me to discover and fall in love. Well, in love I am. Enjoy.

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pib8eYDSFEI

Crystallised
by The XX
You've applied the pressure
To have me crystallised
And you've got the faith
That I could bring paradise

I'll forgive and forget
Before I'm paralysed
Do I have to keep up the pace
To keep you satisfied

Things have gotten closer to the sun
And I've done things in small doses
So don't think that I'm pushing you away
When you're the one that I've kept closest

You don't move slow
Taking steps in my directions
The sound resounds, echo
Does it lesson your affection No

You say I'm foolish
For pushing this aside
But burn down our home
I won't leave alive

Glaciers have melted to the sea
I wish the tide would take me over
I've been down on my knees
And you just keep on getting closer

Glaciers have melted to the sea (Things have gotten closer to the sun)
I wish the tide would take me over (And I've done things in small doses)
I've been down onto my knees (So don't think that I'm pushing you away)
And you just keep on getting closer (When you're the one that I've kept closest)

Go slow
Go slow
Go slow
Go slow
Go slow