There’s something beautiful about keeping certain aspects of your life hidden.
Maybe people and clouds are beautiful because you can’t see everything.
There’s something beautiful about keeping certain aspects of your life hidden.
Maybe people and clouds are beautiful because you can’t see everything.
Sometimes I wonder why people put a time limit on love as if everybody’s love is the same.
I think people can fall in love the first minute they meet, or, perhaps, never at all.
We don’t vibrate on the same frequency – and that’s fine.
That makes life so unexpected.
This past time with you reminded me 3 things:
home is not a place but a feeling
time is not measured by clock but by moments
heartbeats are not heard but felt and shared
Do you remember Mau’s project, Red Paperclip?
People seem to like it a lot as you can see in the right bar but really, no one want’s to trade something a bit more valuable with a mini mobile phone fully equipped with charger and key chain ?
I get so fascinated only thinking what people could trade for it. A lawn mower, vacuum cleaner, a mandolin, maybe a flute, a car battery, some speakers, a bonsai, a mini tv, a ticket to a concert, a leather jacket, autographed photos …
And I could go on and on and on …. you name it.
I’m a blue eyed lightning bolt, You’re a natural phenomenon.
Oh what we’re made of
and oh, what will come from it.
We can make beautiful music together.
I liked this:
“Love is when you peel his orange better than you peel yours, when you take care of this actions better than your own and when you understand him better than you understand yourself.”
Now I know why I love to iron his t-shirts and not mine and why I got into cooking even though I still hate it a bit.
Still got to work on freedom and jealousy.
What will the difference be between this year and the last?
Is there enough in me for you?
I had no idea it would be this much.
I had no idea I could handle it.
I had no idea how beautiful all this actually is.
I’m starting again as ready as I will ever be.
Let’s turn the page now.
There are so many chapters we still get to write.
You know what’s really sexy?
A sense of humor. A taste for adventure.
A healthy glow. Hips to grab on to.
Openness. Confidence. Humility. Appetite. Intuition. …
Smart-ass comebacks.
Like mine ….
We don’t know how but it did.
We were all trapped. Trapped in the awkward silence that made up the world.
We felt it in our bodies. Our own minds were fighting to open our mouths and speak. If we could only speak to one another. There were no more words, just a deep bellow.
And then we saw people on the streets. In desperation they were trying to shout, making weird gestures and for an instant I thought someone was calling my name.
No one would ever call our names. No one would ever hear our voices again.
What will happen to all the songs out there?