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Wednesday, 19 January 2011

 What is love ? Love is when one person knows all of your secrets... Your deepest, darkest, most dreadful secrets of which no one else in the world knows... and yet in the end, that one person does not think any less of you; Even if the rest of the world does.




Day and night
I am always tired
But at night
I stay up just late enough
until I am exhausted enough
until I can fall into my bed
and into immediate slumber
because I can't stand
to lie in my bed in a dark room
alone with my thoughts
for so many hours
Just because her eyes don't tear doesn't mean her heart doesn't cry. And just because she comes off strong, doesn't mean there's nothing wrong.
 To me, true love is the sweetest thing in life. That's why we're all either in love or looking for love. Sometimes you have to work for it - especially when life gets in the way - but I believe true, deep love is always worth fighting for.
Praegu neid ridu kirjutades mõtlen möödunud sündmustele ja saan aru, et palju on juhtunud asju, mida ma iialgi mõistma ei hakka. Palju on juhtunud asju, mille eest ma vastutama peaksin.
 You're the reason why I wake up in the morning
Everyone thinks that I have it all
Naera, siis on naljakas !
Sest õnneks on olemas unustus ja õnneks on see inimese põhiseisund. Õnneks läheb peaaegu kõik meelest ära. Muidu me lämbuks  !
And I feel like I’m holding onto nothing
And I'm floating. And it's like this amazing amazing feeling. I'm free. And I'm safe. But then I realize. I'm completely alone
Naer on miski, mis avab südame ja paneb mõtlema kui palju elu väärt on

Few are those who see with their own eyes and feel with their own hearts.
Kui oodatakse, tunduvad hetked aastatena, kui meenutatakse siis sekunditena
naeratus annab tagasi kõik mille võtsid pisarad

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