Random Thoughts 2

I don't have any special reason, but i'm rooting for Belgium. And even though Im not happy with the score right now, i have to admit that the second goal was awesome. #Euro16

Have I told you that I am like a house in a blizzard: Cold on the outside, but warm and cozy in the inside?

There are steps to take each at a time, as if time will always be yours. Reasons behind every action. Trick moves. Love has become a business game. Where you’re playing with your hearts, and all you can think about is the ending point. The winning, or losing. These games we play with each other where everybody tries to judge who wins. They tell me all the tricks: “Play it cool. Pretend it doesn’t matter. You’ll scare people away, you’re too intense. Play your cards right. Play, play, play. Say this, don’t say that. Let him come to you.” If it’s difficult just leave it. Game over. Go have a drink and take a break from playing. Love has become but a game of should and shouldn’t. For love may never be that overflowing feeling that fills you up and leaves you empty if it’s gone. Love may never be a tune that reminds you of sweet summertime escapes and sticky flavours of ice cream you shared together. 

Vesna wrote: There are steps to take each at a time, as if time will always be yours. Reasons behind every action. Trick moves. Love has become a business game. Where you’re playing with your hearts, and all you can think about is the ending point. The winning, or losing. These games we play with each other where everybody tries to judge who wins. They tell me all the tricks: “Play it cool. Pretend it doesn’t matter. You’ll scare people away, you’re too intense. Play your cards right. Play, play, play. Say this, don’t say that. Let him come to you.” If it’s difficult just leave it. Game over. Go have a drink and take a break from playing. Love has become but a game of should and shouldn’t. For love may never be that overflowing feeling that fills you up and leaves you empty if it’s gone. Love may never be a tune that reminds you of sweet summertime escapes and sticky flavours of ice cream you shared together. 

You burning, sweetie ? If you wanna win,talk to me

Gracious for the name of the fallen thrice. The rising planet to the East is but only a dream to those who seek not of the true salvation but the salvation of gods themselves. Trees are like antennae rooted to the core of Earth as if the grounds we walk, we crawl, we speak our hearts and soul on listens to every words spoken, steps taken, and hearts beating, that when the wind whispers in our ears, the ground shake as much as asking for just a tiny bit more of parmesan cheese, and the messengers of the planet, the animals and insects and bacteria and single cell organism, all communicate its wisdom to us. It is up to us to stop and listen, it is up to us to look up in the day sky, in the night sky, into the sky when clouds turn to fog, to mist, our eyes close to imagine life to be the way Earth wanted it to be. Beautiful.

Beautiful.

lol

Vesna wrote: There are steps to take each at a time, as if time will always be yours. Reasons behind every action. Trick moves. Love has become a business game. Where you’re playing with your hearts, and all you can think about is the ending point. The winning, or losing. These games we play with each other where everybody tries to judge who wins. They tell me all the tricks: “Play it cool. Pretend it doesn’t matter. You’ll scare people away, you’re too intense. Play your cards right. Play, play, play. Say this, don’t say that. Let him come to you.” If it’s difficult just leave it. Game over. Go have a drink and take a break from playing. Love has become but a game of should and shouldn’t. For love may never be that overflowing feeling that fills you up and leaves you empty if it’s gone. Love may never be a tune that reminds you of sweet summertime escapes and sticky flavours of ice cream you shared together. 

this generation is lost.

San_Ichiban wrote:

Vesna wrote: There are steps to take each at a time, as if time will always be yours. Reasons behind every action. Trick moves. Love has become a business game. Where you’re playing with your hearts, and all you can think about is the ending point. The winning, or losing. These games we play with each other where everybody tries to judge who wins. They tell me all the tricks: “Play it cool. Pretend it doesn’t matter. You’ll scare people away, you’re too intense. Play your cards right. Play, play, play. Say this, don’t say that. Let him come to you.” If it’s difficult just leave it. Game over. Go have a drink and take a break from playing. Love has become but a game of should and shouldn’t. For love may never be that overflowing feeling that fills you up and leaves you empty if it’s gone. Love may never be a tune that reminds you of sweet summertime escapes and sticky flavours of ice cream you shared together. 

this generation is lost.

Like Michael Nast wrote, we are the Generation Beziehungsunfähig