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AU MILIEU DE L’HIVER, J’AI TROUVÉ QU’IL Y AVAIT, EN MOI, UN ÉTÉ INVINCIBLE. ET CELA ME REND HEUREUX. CAR IL EST DIT QUE PEU IMPORTE À QUEL POINT LE MONDE POUSSE CONTRE MOI, EN MOI, IL Y A QUELQUE CHOSE DE PLUS FORT. QUELQUE CHOSE DE MIEUX, POUSSANT DROIT DE RETOUR. |
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The Winter of the Air
nedelja, 27. januar 2013, 04:51
“Sometimes you’re 21 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.” My God what have we done to You?
ponedeljek, 14. januar 2013, 10:14
Precious and fragile things need special handling.We always try to share the tenderest of care, now look what we have put you through. Things get damaged, things get broken. I thought we'd manage but words left unspoken left us so brittle, there was so little left to give. I wish I could take the pain for you. četrtek, 13. december 2012, 06:35
No measure of time with you will be long enough. But we’ll start with forever.
torek, 27. november 2012, 05:37
Behind your Broadway show
I heard a voice say please don't hurt me.
You've carried on so long, you couldn't stop if you tried it.
You've built your wall so high that no one could climb it.
Tedni.
četrtek, 22. november 2012, 12:45
Bolnica. Predavanja. Seciranje. Treningi. Učenje. Spanje. Treningi. Delo. Predavanja. Seciranje. Treningi. Spanje. Delo. Bolnica. V ritualu 'življenja' ne najdem ne časa in ne sebe. Vsak dan ima premalo ur, premalo protibolečinskih tablet, ki izbijajo zadnje občutke v meni in premalo tebe.
Hvala bogu za vsaj en sončni žarek v mojem življenju. sobota, 3. november 2012, 11:54
I have not feltyou for so many days, so many nights. I have sat next to a stranger, I have held the hand of a ghost. I have kissed the lips of a phantom and I have put my arm around the empty space you should be filling. Tyler K. Gregson. |
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