I have no idea why lately I haven’t done any posts especially postcrossing ones since my cards keep on going and coming.
So today we have mister’s Gillette castle in Connecticut US. As written on the card, William Gillette is an American Actor and playwright who was renowned for his role in Sherlock Holmes. I guess I have to see this movie and decide if Will Gillette is a sort of Robert Downey jr.
La inceputul anului am primit de la Andrei, drept premiu la un concurs organizat pe blogul sau, “Sange albastru” de Melissa de la Cruz.
Acum pentru ca am citit-o si stiu ca sunt persoane care si-o doresc, o dau mai departe.
Cine este interesat imi poate lasa un comentariu cu motivul pentru care isi doreste sa afle povestea lui Schuyler Van Alen si a prietenilor sai din inalta societate a New York-ului, vampiri cu sange albastru, urmasi ai ingerilor cazuti si odata invincibili, acum haituiti de o creatura a noptii ce se hraneste cu sangele lor.
Cartea este doar primul volum din cele 5 ce urmeaza sa apara la editura Leda.
People come and go through our lives. You know, like ships on the endless sea, some reach their destinations, some just float while others sink. And then there are those that sink and drag you down with them without knowing.
People come and go through our lives. We fall for them, sometimes in love and sometimes apart. We love, we hate, we learn and we move on. But by the time we move on something inside of us has already changed.
It’s hard to share bits and pieces of yourself with others.
It’s hard to let go of bits and pieces of yourself for others.
It’s hard to let go.
And it’s even harder when you know you want to do it and you can’t.
*Glen Hansard – Falling slowly
I have been a member of postcrossing for a year now and what can be more beautiful then a Finlandia postcard in the mail to celebrate it?
Lahti is ah … breathtaking.
Many thanks Pauliina.
Love is like a kitten; feisty and stupid and oh my gosh awesome and you want like six more when that one gets old.
In this forsaken place a battle is on to save a piece of heart.
There is no hope in sight, there is no hope inside.
T
he ghostly whirlwind dashes to the ground all wolves. There is a maelstrom of ice and snow and all you hear is clapping wings.
Between the strokes with silver feathers and dusty stars all over, between the drops of blood and howls, she looks at him concerned and speaks, just loudly in her head.
“I can’t give up right now. I have to buy him time so I can buy me freedom.”
And as she finished her own thought, he’s right there in her mind: ”I won’t be gone until they’re gone”.
She got his heart by now.
The story of an obsessive loner who kidnaps and keeps captive a young girl hoping that one day she will love him as he loves her has kept me awake for two nights in a row. The Collector is one of the most chilling books I’ve ever read.
While not a typical horror story, it is one haunting, disturbing and impossible to forget when you pretty much feel like the actual Collector. It’s sick but beneath the interesting psychological aspects like the motivations and justifications of a sociopath and the range of emotions of the victim, I can see their both guilt and innocence.
Of course, you’re not supposed to like the collector but I wonder: how many of us would do what he did if they had the money and time?
“All this time I never thought it was serious. I know that must sound very strange, but it was so. I used to say, of course, I’ll never do it, this is only pretending. And I wouldn’t have pretended even like that if I hadn’t had all the time and money I wanted. In my opinion a lot of people who may seem happy now would do what I did or similar things if they had the money and the time. I mean, to give way to what they pretend now they shouldn’t. Power corrupts, a teacher I had always said. And Money is Power. “
It’s not about courage or planning a perfect kidnapping, it’s not about opportunities or education and in the end it’s not even about money and time.
It’s about being ourselves. It’s about love, the way we understand love.
And this can be frightening at times.
* Evanescence – Where will you go?
People are still with me and within me even if I don’t see or speak to them. Out of sight is not out of mind, being apart doesn’t mean forgetting and certainly going separate ways is not like having nothing in common anymore.
Most of the time I think about people I know. I imagine their lives, what they are doing at a certain moment, if they are happy, sad, having a good time or maybe thinking back at me.
How cool it would be one day to think about someone, speak with him/her in your mind and then suddenly get a reply back?!
We have so many ways to get in touch but we lack in human contact.
We always sit comfortable near the phone and we wait and wonder why the other is not calling us.
Guess what? He/she is doing the same.
So …what if you would just follow your heart and press the call button right now?
What will you think about if someone you haven’t spoken in months or years just calls you today to say hi?
What if I’ll call you all of a sudden?
*HIM – Killing loneliness
Someone told me there’s a girl out there with love in her eyes and pockets full of dreams.
Let’s pretend the night of wishes has begun.
So bite your lips and think at something.
What are you wishing for from her?
*The Chordettes – Mr. Sandman
She struggled with her fears, she laughed, she cried, she danced all day to feel alive for only one more time before the night came.
And in the veil of the moonlight she wears her bright star at the wrist; she holds her head up high and smiles looking at her reflection mirrored in the silver blade.
“I fight for first and last time in this life. I know what I want and I am going to get it at all costs. If they will sense my wish for death they will not kill me and this… this is unimaginable.”
She steps in front of the stone angel with the open arms and gazing at the stars she waits.
Full with rage and hungry for her powers, they also wait.
“They have come a long way to find me and now when they can take me down, they hesitate?”
Enemies of hers, the wolves are caging her in slowly.
And paw by paw and claw by claw they fill the night with howls.
One move, one jump, one bite and blood starts coloring the snow. Warm scents choke up the air.
Bleeding from the shadows, he looks amazed and hits with anger the wolf who bit his arm.
“I watched her this morning while cutting her hair by the river. For a second I even got the impression she wanted to stab herself in the heart but she didn’t.
So I followed her home and I saw how light-hearted and confident she is despite that little moment of insanity I thought I was witnessing. I did not talked to her, for we live in two other worlds. And I know for fact that mine would not accept her.
She’s human, but not quite, she’s different in a way I can not explain and I’m certain she sensed parts of what I am. Parts I’m not proud of.
She does not belong here.”
It’s a terrible thing to know what you want, and to know you can not have it at all.
The book of Meow 
