We got temper.
We are like two hard stones.
Firestones.
Sometimes it seems we fight more then we love.
But don’t worry.
Fighting means I love you.
We got temper.
We are like two hard stones.
Firestones.
Sometimes it seems we fight more then we love.
But don’t worry.
Fighting means I love you.
My passion for traveling has got me lately into trouble. I’ve read so many articles about living on the road, always visiting places that it got me thinking about quitting my job, making money online or starting a business that allows me to vagabond around the world and many other great ideas that I juggle with.
There are great blogs out there. There are people which are doing it for real. And the main question they are talking about is: do you love what you do now?
I guess I don’t. Not like I used to. And in 50 years from now no one will remember I got a raise or a yearly bonus for my humble contribution.
It’s simplyer than you think.
I don’t want a ring wrapped around my finger to make me feel yours.
We are not everybody else.
When the time will come I only want you to ask me for you to be mine.
I’m already yours.
Mau, me and Gri just came back from Zakynthos.
Nothing exciting about this trip.
In terms of people and food, not very much to like. However, the island itself and the company we had was worth it.
Gri was very excited to see the Navagio Blue Sea and to hang around in the olive orchard.
We also found, as always, some other cats to “talk to”.
You never worry if she is smarter than you: You know she is.
Yup, that’s me π
Absolvent de sociologie fiind, mi-am gasit primul loc de munca in domeniul resursei umane – ca Asistent de Resurse Umane.
The absence of music makes me angry.
I miss the words, the drums, the guitar grinds and piano keys – and all the small mistakes that makes a song be special. Music shapes my emotions. I mean, it used to shape mine.
I miss his voice, his laugh and the sound of our lips kissing. The most.
I miss Gris’ meows. The purring and kneading on the couch.
Texting on my cell is great but I want to dial and hit the call button. I miss car horns and bad ringtones. Chu-chu trains waking me up at 6 AM.
I know silence is a beautiful concept. But now there’s nothing. No waves crushing on the beach, no wind banging my windows.
I couldn’t sleep last night. I just couldn’t do it. There was too much calmness. And I kept thinking about the days when my life was unlimited.
What do I have in common with a man between 15 and 45 years old who refuses to drink and spends his money on books?
Nothing besides the mentioned books – Sci-Fi to be exact!
And I love it. I have discovered an awesome Romanian writer, Balin Feri, and many anthologies with interesting and mind challenging novels.
I feel like in highschool – which is fantastic for the 28 years old me.
And imagination and creativity are back on track. Yeey!
We are pieces of light, of stars, of love, of people we know and things we have done.
We are pieces glued altogether with magic, and music, and feelings and thoughts.
And we keep on rollin’.
All I can say I shouldn’tΒ say.
People are so tired of love or no love.
I hope there are days when you fall in love with me again.