Falling in love is easy. Too easy sometimes. We fall in love with someone who’s a little bit different than all the others we have met before, we fall in love when someone tells us something new about ourselves, we fall in love with the way someone acts or talks, we fall in love with people who have traits that are similar or exactly the opposite of ours.
There are just about a million different reasons why we fall in love. Continue reading
“It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure to the world.” ― John Steinbeck, East of Eden
I’m halfway through my 27th year on this Earth. You know, artists are notorious for dying at this age. The infamous 27 Club.
I feel fine. I workout every day. I drink plenty of water. I try to get my eight hours of sleep. I try to eat healthy. I take some supplements, multivitamins and stuff. But I am feeling a bit older than I did when I first started this blog. I feel tired after less hours of writing than I used to.
It’s not being dead, but getting closer to death that scares us, right?
I am also a bit heartbroken, as artists are supposed to be from time to time. Continue reading
Ever after. Two simple words. Simple words, when put together, can put a dent in the universe. Can nudge the world a bit.
Ever after. Fairytales are made of this. The lonely dream of a love that conquers all. Even death. A love that transcends time. A love so strong, in fact, that it could hold the world in place.
The binding force of atoms. The thing that keeps us awake at night, the thing that we dream about whenever we close our eyes.
To hold someone in your arms and to know that there’s nothing the world can threaten you with. Continue reading
Just something I did for fun: a Tumblr. Not for the faint of heart. All black, all naughty stuff. For those of you who are into that sort of thing, you should check it out here.
“We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love.” ― Tom Robbins
It seems to me that everyone’s got a list of traits they demand from a lover. They want to be loved in a very specific way by a certain someone who has the exact set of qualities they want. But I suppose no one actually asks themselves if they deserve such a person. They don’t even ask themselves what are they going to do with such a person when they find them.
There’s no such thing as a perfect lover or perfect relationship. Nothing is perfect. Continue reading
“The moon is shining hard and cold against the marbled floor of the living room. Few guests tonight, the two waitresses are sitting at the bar, talking to the bartender. Next to them, Alice is sipping lazily from a champagne glass.
She turns around in her stool and notices a woman. She is wearing a silk white dress, her hand holding onto a champagne glass, her black eyes, the eyes of a rebel, contemptuously glancing around at the other guests. Her slim body, her black hair covering her naked shoulders, she is more than perfection itself, she is more than… Continue reading
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