i have a tendency to see the best in everything and everyone. but many times i have been a victim of my own optimism.
in all this chaos, i really found me.
without deviation from the norm, progress is not possible.
free because i’m happy, or happy because i’m free ?
i said: love it all, love it all, love it all.
start dreaming, start believing, start living, start fighting, start laughing, start loving.
and suddenly everything is right.
she had neither language nor discourse. but she created tongues and hearts, by which she feels and speaks now.
múm - hullaballabalú
smashed into me, left me raw. raw and naked.
let me see you stripped down to the bone.
all i want is everything.
sometimes the questions are complicated but the answers are simple.
the unreal is more powerful than the real. because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. because its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last.
today my heart swings.
múm - they made frogs smoke til they exploded
” music has to happen to people in a moment, you know. and then it gets in the bloodstream, it’s just you need it, physically. “
time and space are ending.
cults - go outside ♥
now our lives are changing fast, i hope something pure can last.
the world: a mechanical chaos of casual events on which we stupidly impose our hopes and fears. is it?
you can have it all, you just can’t have it all at once.
we tend to fall in love the same way we get sick; without wanting to, without believing it, against our will and unable to defend ourselves. and then we lose love exactly the same way.