December 2009
274 posts
Don’t tell me I should wake up and grow a little less naive I like being hopeful, it suits me.
every time I shed tears in the last past years when I pass through the hills oh, what images return oh I yearn for the roots of the woodds that origin of all my strong and strange moods I lost something in the hills.
Sibylle Baier - I Lost Something In The Hills.
Sometimes, when I’m on the train I imagine scenarios taking place in my head. Like today, on my way home, a man sat across from me.
I would guess he was in his early twenties, but I’m very bad at estimating how old people are. He was reading a magazine, I was listening to my Ipod. As I sat there, I imagined him suddenly looking up on me, saying; “Hi” I would look at him, a...
I have an obsession with old wooden houses with big windows. I have a wish to have one for myself one day.
Don’t be so amazing, or I’ll miss you too much.
“Magic exists. Who can doubt it, when there are rainbows and wildflowers, the...”
– Nora Roberts (via tearsandlaughter) (via xflowersintheattic) (via nostalgicdreams) 