Lately... I've just felt like I've lost everything. My therapist calls it a "quarter-life crisis". Bullshit... I've just lost everything. Love. Money. My career.... People say I have a lot to look forward to. But I don't... I feel like I'm chasing pavements...
Friday, April 22, 2011
Monday, April 18, 2011
Forgive My Mistakes...
It's so curious: one can resist tears and 'behave' very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer... and everything collapses. ~Colette
Friday, April 15, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
Monday, April 4, 2011
"Can I Stay?"
Ray Lamontagne... Can I stay??
Can I stay here with you till the morning
I am so far from home and i feel a little stoned
so can i stay here with you till the morning?
There's nothing i want more than to wake up on your floor
So lay with me in your thinnest dress
fill my heart with each caress
between your blissful kisses, whisper
darling, is this love?
So can I stay here with you, till the day breaks?
There's something you should know
I ain't got no place to go
So can I stay here with you, till the day breaks
How happy it would make me to see your face when I wake
So lay with me in your thinnest dress
Fill my heart with each caress
Between your blissful kisses, whisper
Darling, is this love?
So can I stay here with you till the nighttime
I've fallen sad inside and I need a place to hide
So can I stay, here with you, through the nighttime
I've fallen so sad it's true, now won't you take me to your room
Lay with me in your thinnest dress
fill my heart with each caress
between your blissful kisses, whisper
Darling is this love?
Whisper to me, is this love?
Friday, April 1, 2011
Bridget Jones: Spinster
Mark Darcy: I like you, very much.
Bridget: Ah, apart from the smoking and the drinking, the vulgar mother and... ah, the verbal diarrhea.
Mark Darcy: No, I like you very much. Just as you are.
...I just want my own Mark Darcy...
Bridget: Ah, apart from the smoking and the drinking, the vulgar mother and... ah, the verbal diarrhea.
Mark Darcy: No, I like you very much. Just as you are.
...I just want my own Mark Darcy...
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