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Posted 24 October 2010 - 05:48 PM
Posted 24 October 2010 - 08:33 PM
After all this time?
Always.
Posted 24 October 2010 - 08:49 PM
Posted 24 October 2010 - 08:52 PM
Normality is a paved road: It's comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.
― V. Van Gogh
Posted 24 October 2010 - 08:55 PM
Posted 24 October 2010 - 09:33 PM
Normality is a paved road: It's comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.
― V. Van Gogh
Posted 24 October 2010 - 09:45 PM
Posted 24 October 2010 - 09:47 PM
Normality is a paved road: It's comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.
― V. Van Gogh
Posted 24 October 2010 - 09:56 PM
Posted 25 October 2010 - 07:21 AM
ESTOY FLOR DE ATORRANTE
UN CONTURSI MALEANTE
Posted 25 October 2010 - 07:28 AM
“… People are rivers, always ready to move from one state of being into another. It is not fair, to treat people as if they are finished beings. Everyone is always becoming and unbecoming.” (Kathleen Winter: Annabel.)
“Point of view is everything.“ (Kathleen Winter: Annabel.)
LIVE. LEARN.TRAVEL. LOVE.
Posted 25 October 2010 - 09:03 AM
ESTOY FLOR DE ATORRANTE
UN CONTURSI MALEANTE
Posted 25 October 2010 - 12:42 PM
Normality is a paved road: It's comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.
― V. Van Gogh
Posted 25 October 2010 - 12:52 PM
Ljudje imajo radi, da jim kaj poveš, v pravih količinah, v skromnem, zaupnem tonu, in mislijo, da te poznajo, ampak te ne poznajo, poznajo podatke o tebi, dobijo samo dejstva, ne občutkov, ne, kaj si misliš o čemer koli, ne, kako si zaradi stvari, ki so se ti zgodile ali si se odločil zanje, tak, kot si. Vse, kar naredijo, je, da te napolnijo s svojimi občutki in mnenji in opažanji in ustvarijo novo življenje, ki ima s tvojim bolj malo zveze, in tako si varen. (Per Petterson: Konje krast)
Posted 25 October 2010 - 12:57 PM
Dear Leonard. To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face and to know it for what it is. At last to know it, to love it for what it is, and then, to put it away. Leonard, always the years between us, always the years. Always the love. Always the hours.
Posted 25 October 2010 - 12:59 PM
Normality is a paved road: It's comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.
― V. Van Gogh
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