The laugh. The eyes. The attention. Standing close, feeling amazing, all alone at the bar, not caring, just talking. Laughing. Looking.
Like a movie. Life is brilliant.
It is so incredibly good to feel alive. So good to have the feeling, that somebody might be good for you. To you. Somebody who really makes you feel free. Good. Alive.
Happiness is a choice; an attitude. We all deserve to be happy and we all can be. We just have to be brave enough. Thanks for the time of my life!
All of you've been making the last days, weeks, months and years such an unique and unforgettable experience and I think I have understood the value of friendship and trust. Love you all to the moon and back! Actually, I do not want life to get any different, but I know we can't stop the clocks. You'll all be in my heart forever and ever! Promise ♥
"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times ..."
- Charles Dickens, A TALE OF TWO CITIES -
Just live and enjoy. Try to talk. Try to find solutions. Don't take it too seriously. U-Turns a standards now and being the centre of attention without wanting it .. well - survived! We can get through this. And maybe it's a chance to start something better and greater than ever before. I love my life and am proud of every little bit. Somebody has to create the stories. Why not us? Crazy days. Best life.
and we can't get back yesterday. but we're young right now. we've got right now. so get up right now. cause all we've got is right now. - RIHANNA -
Because no matter what happens - it's the best of all lives. Without a doubt. Best friends. Best journeys. Best talks. Best meetings. Best texting. Best chances. Best dreams. Best new people. Best pictures. Simply the best.
And no matter what earlier life I had wanted back - no. I'm completely satisfied with it this way, right now. Really. Could hardly be any better. Except for - well, make a wish, take a chance, make a change. Here we go. :)
Can't wait to see all you crazy people once more for such a long and probably crazy time. I'm confident that it's definitely going to be crazy. Oh, love, oh life.
the feeling when you are certain with every cell of your body what you want and need.
when every doubt is gone.
when you don't care about anything else.
when you are already up and fighting and seeing hope.
when you just know it like never before.
My whole life waiting for the right time,
to tell you how I feel, and though I tried to tell you that I need you, here I am without you. I feel so lost but what can I do?
'Cause I know this love seems real, but I don't know how to feel.
We say goodbye in the pouring rain,
and I break down as you walk away.
Stay. Stay.
'Cause all my life I've felt this way,
but I could never find the words to say "Stay, stay".
Alright. Everything is alright since you came along. And before you I had nowhere to run to, nothing to hold on to. I came so close to giving it up, and I wonder if you know
how it feels to let you go.
- HURTS - STAY -
Tell me why are we So blind to see That the ones we hurt Are you and me?
I know you believe you are the greatest and coolest and best ever - really, you are! I love you so damn much, it hurts from time to time. But after the last days, weeks, months, don't you think you could go back to normal? The way it was before? It would be very comforting to feel a bit of normality and security and certainty for at least a few days, you know, relaxing a bit.
And if you have to let me know that this is beyond your abilities (yes, I really fear that it will stay like this for ever), could you please, PLEASE! try to be less irritating? I know you love it to interact with other lives and that's cool! But - it's hard to cope with it sometimes. At least animate the other lives to be nicer and more normal from time to time.
I hope your love for drama and romantic comedies or tragedies and silly soap-operas goes over as fast as it came and we can continue our perfect relationship together!
Lots of Love,
Yourself.
I knew the human exaggeration for sorrow - a broken heart. Melanie remembered speaking the phrase herself. But I'd always thought of it as a hyperbole, a traditional description for something that had no real physiological link, like a green thumb. So I wasn't expecting the pain in my chest. The nausea, yes, the swelling in my throat, yes, and, yes, the tears burning in my eyes. But what was the ripping sensation just under my rib cage? It made no logical sense.