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Lavender Gri Travels
Cats around the world
Message in a bottle
The Book of Matz
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We’re all strangers.
Ordinary people connected by what we reveal, what we share, what we take away.
I guess that’s what I love about people: their stories.
And you and I keep on turning pages.
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nasty little guys
I always prefer cats to dogs. You feed a dog and give it shelter and it’s like, ‘You must be God!’ And you feed a cat and give it shelter and it’s like, ‘I must be God.’
Hannah Hart (My Drunk Kitchen)
That’s why I love my alleycats and tomcats: they have personality, cute little killers.
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when it snows in wonderland
I love winter as long as I’m sipping hot chocolate inside the house while gazing at the snow from my window.
And the beauty of I all is when I imagine that the roads close and the city shuts down.
Oh, how I wish for a white Christmas!
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we are history
I don’t remember much of that evening, except for maybe the smell of pancakes and the look in his eyes while he leaned into me.
My brain was rushing to catch up with his arms around my waist, his chest heaving against mine and, oh god, his lips.
He was kissing me.
In the middle of the kitchen, hot like the cake in the pan, sweet as the cherry jam, I tasted a bit of his passion.
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our hearts are nuclear
dear lover of midnight moon
how wrong I thought we were for each other at first
like you weren’t made of flesh and bones and moving pictures
like you weren’t made of blood and dust
breathing dreams and talking music
filled with stories
keeping secrets
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pockets full of music
We laugh, we dance, we steal each other’s hearts.
And then we fall like shooting stars and autumn leaves, making music, tasting wine, staying up later than the streetlights.
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so lonely I could die
So lonely baby, I get so lonely I could die. And I can’t stop thinking how much I find myself in the words below. So scared of being scared of something that comes naturally.
“I think she was afraid to love sometimes. I think it scared her.
She was the type to like things that were concrete, like the ocean. Something you could point to and know what it is. I think that’s why she always struggled with God.
And I think that’s why she also struggled with love. She couldn’t touch it. She couldn’t hold on to it and make sure it never changed.
But sometimes it’s those things you can’t touch that you need to hold on to the most.”
~Carrie Ryan
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beyond the reach of words
I learned something important.
You shouldn’t try to stop everything from happening.
Sometimes you’re supposed to feel awkward.
Sometimes you’re supposed to be vulnerable in front of people.
Sometimes it’s necessary because it’s all part of you getting to the next part of yourself, the next day.
And you never should be angry with someone for following his guts.
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Lighting up the dark
I like darkness.
As bizarre as it may seem I feel more at ease when the moon replaces the sun. It’s amazing how you can experience things differently, how the lack of light can make common things take shape and color in the dark.
Just think about the dusk of a summer evening, the nocturnal creatures that can crawl and slide out of nowhere, the sounds and everything your mind can create just looking at a pitch dark spot.
Darkness does not have to be dead serious!
It not all about death, evil, scary and oppressive forces.
Darkness is about noticing the smallest spark of light.
Submerge yourself into a world of magic while taking a walk on a full moon night, sharp your senses stepping into a dark forest in the middle of the city or simply turn off the light in your room and look around for a minute.
What do you see?
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The Swedish Cavalier – Leo Perutz
I’m so far behind with my book reviews that I’m thinking so often not to make them anymore. Ah…
This book I’m writing about today I read on the flight from Prague to Bucharest while I was returning from Finland – back in July??
The Swedish Cavalier is written in the style of an old story that can be told from generation to generation – that type of tale which uses folklore myths to explore the human condition. It’s the story of a man who takes another man’s place in a world still rooted in medieval superstitions.
Combing myths, mystery and suspense and even comedy, Leo Perutz succeeds in creating a historical novel with a metaphor on the power of a man to create his own destiny as well as his incapacity to change it, even when he tries, and almost succeeds, to become who he is not.
The main theme is ok with me but overall the book it’s not my type of novel.
The book of Meow 
