You must be willing to change. You must be willing to break the deal you made with the devils within. You must be willing to leave the past and not be tempted to rebound when times are tough. You must be willing to let go of everything and anyone that takes you back to your mistakes. You must be willing to have hope. You must be willing to have hope that you can change and that you will and that you will be better. You must believe you are worthy of change and you are worthy of improvement and you are worthy of being the best. You must be willing to set aside your negative notions about life, about hardships, about people, about things, about yourself. You must be willing to stop feeling sorry for yourself while looking at the world move around you. 

new baby

seventeen seems like the perfect age.not naive like sixteen.not feeling the pressures of daunting adulthood like eighteen.Just plain and simple.

                                                     SEVENTEEN.

the fact that you cannot stand the people who are 'acting like they are you',
it is because you can't stant yourself .

 My wish for you is that you continue. Continue to be who and how you are, to astonish a mean world with your acts of kindness. Continue to allow humour to lighten the burden of your tender heart. ”

The nights you fight best are
when all the weapons are pointed at you,
when all the voices hurl their insults
while the dream is being strangled.

The nights you fight best are
when reason gets kicked in the gut,
when the chariots of gloom encircle you.

The nights you fight best are
when the laughter of fools fills the air,
when the kiss of death is mistaken for love.

The nights you fight best are
when the game is fixed,
when the crowd screams for your blood.

The nights you fight best are
on a night like this
as you chase a thousand dark rats from your brain,
as you rise up against the impossible,
as you become a brother to the tender sister of joy

and move on

regardless.

 γουσταρω τα νιοσαρικα οταν ειμαι ψιλοσκατα 

με κανουν να ξεσπω και να κλαιω χωρις λογο.

αντζελα εισαι γαματη.

do you ever feel that your soul does not live in the present,
dont you ever get lost inside your own world?
just living the momment from your own perspective,
and everybody else dont get it,
but you cannot explain it better,

i'm anxious and depressed,
everytime i figure out that i'm torn between two realities.
sometimes it doesnt bother me and sometimes it is soooo disturbing.

1.γιατι ο κοσμος οταν συστήσει τον εαυτο του και αφου σου πει το ονομα του και την ειδικευση του, το επομενο που σου λεει ειναι οτι πασχει απο καποιο ψυχιατρικο συνδρομο που δεν ξερει τη σημμασια του, και αφου το λεει αυτο, νιωθει ειδη οτι εχει ανεβασει το λεβελ της συζητησης.

 2.θελω ενα ποτηρι ουισκι και τομ γουεητσ και θελω να τροω φραουλες και να....κανω μαλακιεσ.

how to satisfy all the dark fantasies of a perverted mind without feel ashamed.(?)

i like to be naked all the time.

Words do not express thoughts very well; every thing immediately becomes a little different, a little distorted, a little foolish. And yet it also pleases me and seems right that what is of value and wisdom of one man seems nonsense to another

6 types of love:
-eros
a passionate physical and emotional love based on aesthetic enjoyment; stereotype of romantic love

-ludus
a love that is played as a game or sport; conquest; may have multiple partners at once

-storge
an affectionate love that slowly develops from friendship, based on similarity

-pragma
love that is driven by the head, not the heart

-mania
obsessive love; experience great emotional highs and lows; very possessive and often jealous lovers

-agape
selfless altruistic love; spiritual

no one stays for you,
everybody stays depending on their need for you.

She is not “my girl.”

She belongs to herself, and to all of the world. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.

How much more blessed can I be?

οι ανρθωποι που αγαπουμε βρισκονται μεσα μας,

και ο λογος που τους αγαπουμε ειναι επειδη κρατανε ενα κομματι μας,

και εμεις ενα δικο τους.

φρασεις,λεξεις,τροποι σκεψεις,τροποι αντιδρασης,κινήσεις,συνηθειες..

τετοια μικρά ,καθημερινά,ασήμαντα πραγματάκια που μας δενουν με ενα ανθρωπο για παντα.

τους ανθρωπους που αγαπουμε τους κουβαλαμε μεσα μας. 

οτι και αν γινει,οπου και αν παμε, τους εχουμε μαζι μας,

και δεν τους ξεχναμε ποτε γιατι ειναι μονιμως μαζι μας και μας υπενθιμιζουν ποιοι ειμαστε,και απο που ερχομαστε.

και ειναι ομορφο να ξερεις πως το παρελθον σου θα βρισκετε παντα σε καθε μελλον σου.

ζεις καθε στιγμή παρέα με οσους αγαπας εστω και αν δεν βρισκονται μαζι σου.

ειναι περιπλοκο να το εξηγησω σωστα σε λογια. 

ομως το συναισθημα ειναι ασυλληπτο γιαυτο σημμερα ειμαι χαρουμενη :) 

 

 

γουσταρω να ειμαι ποκεμον.

γιατι τα ποκεμον ειναι και γαμω τα ζωακια!