The Right One

I think I'm on the right one.

Two things I learned today:

- My pulse is like that of a 90 year old when I'm nervous (ok, I kind of knew that already).

- I shouldn't try drawing while seating in a moving car. (it only makes my pulse worse and it gives me motion sickness).

Old Things

My 89 years old grandma has this old Singer sewing machine. She inherited it from her mother. This thing is easily over a hundred years old. She still uses it. And she only had to repair it once in all the time she's had it.

Food for thought. She might me doing more for the enviroment by still using this machine that works with no electricity, than a lot of prius-driving "enviromentalists".

Strength

Find the strength to fight back.

It's there.

Somewhere.

Sad Times

"I wish I didn't need to breathe."

It's really sad to see people being "let go", when they don't want to go at all.
I feel like I'm looking for a job in the worst moment possible. And probably I am.
But hey, chin up, uh?

Sometimes You Just Don't Care

What If...

Let's not think about the worse posibilities.

Those thoughts never come from somewhere good.

I know, I know...

Never

A Bloc Party song: I Still Remember

Never too late.

Never too far.

Never too difficult.

Fitter Happier

A song by radiohead.

A Possible Truth

dress texture by myruso.
hair texture by insurrectionx.

A Funny Short Poem

Inspired by this funny short poem about cockroaches.
Check out the blog, by the way.

Burp

I Do It

Why don't you try...

Oblivion

Hey

First Page of a New Notebook

Just that.
But it's always a nice feeling.

There's Not Such Thing as "No Repercussions"

It's a Really Silly Thing to Say

I really think that if you really, really love someone... and you love them the right way, that should be "freeing" love. If it's the way it should be, "setting them free" is not even an option. Not that it won't hurt... but there's nothing you can do about it.
Real love is stupid maybe.
Real love doesn't demand to be loved back.

It can just hope to be loved back.

Words

Words that you can not say can be a terrible burden.
It feels like you can only speak them to your pen and, somehow, they never reach the paper or others' ears. Like they choke you while you try to say them out loud.

So it's a beautiful thing when someone can get her words out:

Sometimes I write Sometimes I am