moments to share, moments to care
a woman can be a man's greatest love, best friend or worst nightmare.
it only depends on the way he treats her.
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i'm strong, pretty, sexy, funny, intelligent, talented, interesting, amazing, caring, challenging, positively childish and wonderful creature.
guys (and girls) look at me with admiration, they feel my power, my radiance.
i am God's gift to this world. i am perfect.
i'm back.
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best new year's eve ever.
followed by the best first day.
i like where this is headed.
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everyone wants a strong woman
until she actually stands up
projects her voice.
suddenly she is too much.
she has forgotten her place.
you love these women
as ideas, as fantasies.
not as breathing, living humans
threatening to be even better
than you could ever be.
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another year has passed, and even though this was one of the shittiest years of my life, some good things happened as well:
1) got a really great job at an awesome company
2) founded a new band
3) made great progress with the mill
4) got a dog! (should have started with this)
5) survived some fucked up shit, thanks to some really great people
and as per my previous resolution - i was honest to myself. about all the things i felt.
so the bar for my current life isn't that high. i just want to feel good. strong. appreciated.
but that can't really be a resolution, right?
so in the following year:
1) drink more water
2) sleep better
3) start building the house
4) meet new people and make new friends
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i was always looking for that fairytale love. the one they show in movies. the one that is selfless, naive, passionate, caring, sweet, a bit childish, to find that person who makes you move mountains and makes you feel alive. that person you would never let go on and who would always be there for you. that person who makes you feel like home. whom you trust with your life.
i was naive. he told me he loved me. he cried from happiness as he was holding me. he told me he was figuring out a way for us to escape this society and just be the two of us somewhere where he could still work but make the whole world see that we are as strong as it gets. he said my scent is narcotic. he said he could imagine me having two children from him. he said that there was no better feeling in the world then just to be next to me.
he was drunk.
when the morning came along with the reality kick, there was only one thing to say: i didn't promise you anything.
he did. he promised me the world and his heart.
but all...
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