one gesture, one touch, one quick glance can change everything forever. doesn't matter if you are married for 40 years or deeply in love... everything can change and you can't do one little thing about it.

not all love stories last forever and end with "...and they lived happily ever after..." some are short and sweet. but this doesn' t mean that they aren't as great and significant. most of the times they even include more love and passion than the long love stories, because they have to give and receive the same amount of love and passion in a short time. while others have all of their lives to achieve this great gift...

some how you always manage to touch me with what you say, although i don't want you to. and just try to be more considerate at times, cos it hurts deep inside. it's not one big ache, but it is many small prickles that become stronger every day.

coming soon

lips

la dolce vita

scars

S

bretagne

golden

raves

blink

rent

heartbreak

try to figure out what the things stand for.

let me forget you.

i try so hard, but every pore of me thinks about you. i need you ,when i want you just to need me. everytime i hear your name, see a picture, hear your voice, my heart makes a huge jump and instead of being caught by you in the air, it smashes on the ground. i can't take it anymore. i just want to leave and meet new people, but you make it so hard. the moment i think that i was able to leave you behind, you pop up and make it impossible. i know we're so over, that we need a new word for over. i don't know what's wrong with me, and i don't know what is wrong with you for taking me back in this moment, and all of a sudden, leaving me again. since we broke up, neither of us had something stable, and when i did, you would make me want you back, so i would always ruin everything. we need to let the past rest, and you need to let me forget you.

love you a lot.

not liking this.

i just thought that we were friends. that i meant something to you, but i was wrong. it's fine, i was just iluded by your attention and none of this is your fault. it's all mine. you met me at the absolute lowest point i could be, i had no one, except you, and it seemed like as if you also had no one, but i guess it was just a ploy. i'm okay, i always am. don't ever worry about me again. instead of forevevevever and ever, now it's nevevevever and ever.

alone.

i know that love isn't a metaphor for happiness and that you don't need a boyfriend to feel complete. but everyday i see couples, everyday more of my friends start a new a relationship or confess their love to someone, and usually i don't care about those things. but everyday it is getting worse and i start caring more and i start wanting this as well, but it just makes me realise how alone i am. and i know that i have friends, but they have their lives, and i dont know, but everything is just becoming too much. maybe this urge came up because it is spring, or whatever. but i just want it to disappear, i want to be happy alone again! and i don't want to feel bad because i am alone...

everybody but me.

When everybody is dancing I don't want to, when everybody is drinking I don't want to. When everybody is laughing I don't want to. When everybody is smoking I don't want to.

everybody but me is the same, we live in a world of plagiarism and copying. the future lies in those who don't do what everybody does.

the future lies in those who are willing to dirty their hands to achieve their dreams.

metaphor for love?

Usually I am happy when I am in love, but now for the first time I am really happy although I am completely alone. I finally realised that I don't need a guy to be happy. Happiness used to be a metaphor for love, you are obliged to be happy when you have a boyfriend and sad when you are alone. But now I've made a decision for myself I am happy on my own, because I was unhappy when I was with someone. I like being alone, I like not being obliged to have my phone on 24/7 to see if I got a text message from him. I like just doing nothing, not having to be with him. But what I like most is that there is no-one that can hurt me really bad. Anyways, I just wanted to tell you all that happiness isn't a metaphor f0r love. But maybe it is, because right now I am in love with the weather, my shoes, my friends, my life. In a way it is a metaphor for love, because all those things I love make me happy, but you certainly don't need a guy.

LY

i am holding on to the cracks in our foundation, and i know that i should let go. but i can't.

i just can't.