Everytime we talk I fall a little harder

"It's impossible" said pride.

"It's risky" said experience. 

"It's pointless" said reason. 

"Give it a try" whispered the heart.

Key

I will only, let you down.

But my door, is always open. Well I don't think, that I ever loved you. But the world is dying to meet you. Oh black birds they sing off the mountains. Joyous love songs that drift through the houses. But now I'm free, now i'm free, now i'm free from all your pain. Yeah I love with my heart and I hold it in my hands, but you know, my heart's not yours.

And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, 

and 

GOOD in everything.

Happy Birthday!

It could be worse

Be my friend 
Hold me, wrap me up 

Unfold me, I am small
I'm needy ,Warm me up 

And breathe me 

The perfect Sunday.
- A cup of hot chocolate and cookies. 
- A good clasic film, of those which I like to watch by your side.


Breakfast at Tiffany's  Casablanca    Roman Holiday 
   Love affair       Golden Helmet       Gone with the Wind 


- And a warm quilt which shields us from the terrible winter chills.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I'm really freaking out.After all this time, everything has changed. Now I finally feel that I have reached an equilibrium. I feel so good. And it is without you. So please stop trying to do what you're trying to do. I'm not a fool, I'm not going to fall in your trap again. What do you want me do? To leave everything for you? Return to that stupid unhappy place. Forget it. I can't, I lost you, and I know it was my fault, but I told you once and I can tell you as many times as you want: I'M OVER YOU! So please go away from me. I don't want you. No more. Never.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

One nail drives out another

Sometimes I wish this was just another story of a boy meets a girl.Without your past. Without mine.

But I can't pretend you to stop loving her, when I haven't even stopped loving him.

And this feeling of impossibility grows bigger, and the fear of being unable to occupy her place is becoming more real. 

But who knows, if we had never hated each other, if we had never discussed, if I could bear you at all, perhaps none of this had happened.

This could be paradise.

Turning point.

And one false step could spell disaster. But no matter what, you still have to stay the course and forge your own path. Because there's no going back now. And it looks like this one's going to be the ride of our lives.

Crazy like a monkey.

eeh eeh uh uh

Glücklich.

And it feels like one of those good sighs, a relief.

It feels great.

I feel HAPPY :)

Sempre sulla mia mente.

The clock is ticking and the countdown is ending.
The question is burning my mind.
                                   Should I see you?
                                                             Should I see you?
                                                                                               Should I see you?
                                                                                                                                       Should I see you?

Squeezed brain, wounded heart.

It makes you blind, it does you in, it makes you think you're pretty tough.

It makes you prone to crime and sin, it makes you say things off the cuff.

It's very small and made of glass and grossly over-advertised.

It turns a genius to an ass and makes a fool think he is wise.

It could make you regret your birth, or turn cartwheels in your best suit.

It costs a lot more than it's worth and yet there is no substitute.

They keep it on a higher shelf, the older and more pure it grows.

It has no color in itself, but it can make you see rainbows.

You can find it on the Bowery or you can find it at Elaine's. 

It makes your words more flowery, it makes the sun shine, makes it rain.

You just get out what they put in and they never put in enough.

Love is like a bottle of gin

but a bottle of gin is not like love

Sarchicha.

Friendship isn't a big thing - it's a million little things.  

Squashed.

Adapt or die. As many times as we've heard it, the lesson 

doesn't get easier. The problem is we're human. We want 

more than just to survive. We want love. We want success. 

We want to be the best that we can be. So, we fight like 

hell to get those things. Anything else feels like death.

You and me under the same blanket.

unbelievable.

Pills for this pain.

And feel the warmth of your body next to mine, what a torture.

The more I come to you, the more I move away from the rest.

Plane.

He was part of that strange race of people aptly described as spending their lives doing things they detest to make money they don’t want to buy things they don’t need to impress people they dislike.

Feathers.

The butterfly is a flying flower.

Sommersprossen.

I close my eyes. Only for a moment, and the moment's gone. All my dreams pass before my eyes, a curiosity.

Dust in the wind. All we are is dust in the wind.

Same old song. Just a drop of water in an endless sea. All we do, crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see.

Dust in the wind. All we are is dust in the wind.

Now, don't hang on. Nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky. It slips away and all your money won't another minute buy.

Dust in the wind. All we are is dust in the wind.

What has just happened?

At some point, you have to make a decision. Boundaries don't keep other people out. They fence you in. Life is messy. That's how we're made. So, you can waste your lives drawing lines. Or you can live your life crossing them.

You. Again.

Instead of tackling the problem, I avoid it. I avoid it in the most stupid way that exists on this planet. Leaving aside my pride seems impossible.

Maybe I like the pain. Maybe I'm wired that way. Because without it, I don't know; maybe I just wouldn't feel real. What's that saying? Why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer? Because it feels so good when I stop.

Junk of my heart.

When you try your best, but you don't succeed,

When you get what you want, but not what you need,

When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep,

Stuck in reverse.

And the tears come streaming down your face,

When you lose something you can't replace,

When you love someone, but it goes to waste,Could it be worse?

Lights will guide you home

And ignite your bones

And I will try to fix you.

Bonjour les Français

She is a lover of the wild, and a joker of the heart.

Grab a bite.

 This snatchy holydays deserve a "stop and stare" time.

Definitely, over you.

Just when we think we figured things out, the universe throws us a curveball. So, we have to improvise. We find happiness in unexpected places. We find ourselves back to the things that matter the most. The universe is funny that way. Sometimes it just has a way of making sure we wind up exactly where we belong.

If you fight you can lose, if you don't fight you're lost.

Route 66.

This is my desicion, to live fast and die young.

I'LL MOVE TO PARIS, SHOOT SOME HEROIN AND FUCK WITH THE STARS.

.

There is a reason I said I'd be happy alone. It wasn't because I thought I would be happy alone. It was because I thought if I loved someone and then it fell apart, I might not make it. It's easier to be alone. Because what if you learn that you need love? And then you don't have it. What if you like it? And lean on it? What if you shape your life around it? And then it falls apart? Can you even survive that kind of pain? Losing love is like organ damage. It's like dying. The only difference is, death ends. This? It could go on forever...

Unless your name is GOOGLE stop acting like you fucking know everything!

One year:

La France

FEAR 'False Evidence Appearing Real'

Less falsehood, and more truth in the face. Jealous slut.

It's said that ambition drove many people to become false; to have one thought locked in the breast, another ready on the tongue. And you are the best example of it.

Now don't come crying to me when everybody turns their back on you.

Best wishes, when you lose all your friends,whore ;)

Pulled the trigger.

And the sparks flew.

For some inexplicable reason whose logic was unable to explain. Leaving aside all the rational and strict of her mind,she got carried away and did what both wanted.

Spring outfits!

You Pricks!

We're young. We’re supposed to drink too much. We're supposed to have bad attitudes and shag each other's brains out. We were designed to party. We owe it to ourselves to party hard. We owe it to each other. This is it. This is our time. So a few of us will overdose, or go mental. Charles Darwin said you can't make an omelette without breaking a few eggs. That's what it's about - breaking eggs -by eggs, I mean, getting twatted on a cocktail of class As.

If you could see yourselves... We had it all. We have fucked up bigger and better than any generation that came before us. We were so beautiful... We're screw-ups. I plan on staying a screw-up until my late twenties, or maybe even my early thirties. And I will shag my own mum before I let her.... or anyone else take that away from me!

Our house, in the middle of our street.

Our house it has a crowd

There's always something happening

And it's usually quite loud

Our mum she's so house-proud

Nothing ever slows her down

And a mess is not allowed.