Love the way I love.

If I never see you again I will always carry you inside outside on my fingertips and at brain egdes...

Sun, 18 Nov 2012 00:43:02 +0200

If I never see you again I will always carry you inside outside on my fingertips and at brain egdes and in centers centers of what I am of what remains.

There is a time of the year in New York when.. even before the first leafs falls… You can...

Sat, 17 Nov 2012 20:02:38 +0200

There is a time of the year in New York when.. even before the first leafs falls… You can feel the seasons CLICK. The air is crisp, the summer ir gone. And for the first night in a long time, You need a blanket on your bed.

Words kill, words give life. They are either poison or fruit - You choose.

Sat, 17 Nov 2012 20:00:03 +0200

Words kill, words give life. They are either poison or fruit - You choose.

Like.

Thu, 26 Apr 2012 23:27:47 +0300

Like.

think different. is almost spring.

Tue, 03 Apr 2012 14:23:00 +0300

think different. is almost spring.

"True love brings up everything - you’re allowing a mirror to be held up to you daily."

Sun, 01 Apr 2012 16:31:46 +0300

“True love brings up everything - you’re allowing a mirror to be held up to you daily.”

Sunday morning.

Sun, 01 Apr 2012 16:26:53 +0300

Sunday morning.

"Art does not exist only to entertain, but also to challenge one to think, to provoke, even to..."

Sun, 01 Apr 2012 16:14:46 +0300

“Art does not exist only to entertain, but also to challenge one to think, to provoke, even to disturb, in a constant search for truth. - Barbra Streisand”

Anything is possible. it is. love.

Thu, 12 Jan 2012 02:34:46 +0200

Anything is possible. it is. love.

A wild peculiar joy.

Sun, 08 Jan 2012 14:48:47 +0200

A wild peculiar joy.

”When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives...

Sat, 07 Jan 2012 19:08:59 +0200

”When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.” by Henri J.M. Nouwen, The Road to Daybreak: A Spiritual Journey

In time, the hurt began to fade and it was easier to just let it...

Fri, 06 Jan 2012 14:49:52 +0200

In time, the hurt began to fade and it was easier to just let it go. At least I thought it was. But in every boy I met in the next few years, I found myself looking for you, and when the feelings got too strong, I’d write you another letter. But I never sent them for fear of what I might find. By then, you’d gone on with your life and I didn’t want to think about you loving someone else. I wanted to remember us like we were that summer. I didn’t ever want to lose that. - Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook

You can turn painful situations around through laughter. If you...

Thu, 05 Jan 2012 17:36:24 +0200

You can turn painful situations around through laughter. If you can find humor in anything, even poverty, you can survive it.

We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and — in spite of True...

Thu, 05 Jan 2012 03:47:00 +0200

We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and — in spite of True Romance magazines — we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely — at least, not all the time — but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don’t see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness. - by Hunter S. Thompson

Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant, filled with odd...

Wed, 04 Jan 2012 19:34:00 +0200

Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant, filled with odd waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don’t always like

a mist story.

Tue, 03 Jan 2012 17:34:30 +0200

a mist story.

A winter’s tale.

Tue, 03 Jan 2012 14:49:49 +0200

A winter’s tale.

I want to find a sense of feeling, which was destroyed. Now is...

Tue, 03 Jan 2012 02:42:00 +0200

I want to find a sense of feeling, which was destroyed. Now is the blue winter morning.. A little bit I want to fly away.. A little bit I can’t fall asleep.

the sea.

Mon, 26 Dec 2011 00:47:00 +0200

the sea.

the beautiful looks like.

Sat, 24 Dec 2011 19:50:32 +0200

the beautiful looks like.