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Δευτέρα 15 Οκτωβρίου 2012


You get up now, you got to work
I'll wake up now, I got to go
cause every time I lose you my body kneels
I want to give a try but it's pulling me down

You go crazy and I go mad
things got lazy, so what?
The mystery won' t sail until we die
I' m acting like a child and it' s pulling me down

Man, you need me and I need you
Yes, I feel it, you feel it, too
The purity of tears, the plans we never made
I wanna make them real but it's pulling me high

I' m sick of all the mess in your mind
and I'm sick of all the mess in your eyes, in your acts,
in your wrong supposedly life!

I'm tired of all your doubts on my words
and I'm tired of all your doubts on my life,
on your life, nothing, nothing more to tell!

I wanna dance and smile,
I wanna smile, let me laugh,
acting silly, looking silly for no desicions you don' t take!

God, I miss you, I miss you
and when I miss you,...
cause every time I sing, I do it for you
it's the only thing I have and share with you






A good old sentimental song that reflects a whole relationship. And scenes from Mr. Nobody-irrelevant to this relationship but part of another, equally strong. (!)

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I won’t stop dating the copy editor, but I won’t like him as much either. I won’t text you back, but I won’t delete your number. And when I see you out in the village or on the 2 train, I’ll pretend not to. But you’ll know that I’ll wish I had put on earrings that day, and that I still have a crush on you. [x]

Πέμπτη 4 Οκτωβρίου 2012




Do you understand that I love you?”
And I said “Yes” because loving someone is helping them when they get into trouble, and looking after them and telling them the truth.


υπόσχομαι.
xx

Τρίτη 21 Αυγούστου 2012

ξύπνα αγάπη μου

you would always wake me up with that song you knew I hated. 
or sometimes with pretty little morning songs. 
or that mixtape.
I always yawned and stretched. 
then I wouldn't get up and most of the time you'd just come by my side and kiss me. 
and I swear I remember your eyes were so bright and green in the morning hours.
there were some times when we just made breakfast and cuddled in front of the tv.
I remember the hot sun and the shadow under the bridge in the summer, and the piercing cold wind in the winter, when I'd wear my favourite red coat and bring you chocolate or other stuff. 
now that I think of it, I always brought little presents every time I came over. 
meh, I'm that kind of person. 
and it makes me really happy if one appreciates them. 

I remember the buzzing sound of the computer. Or the a/c.
do you remember the mosquitoes? 
or how I almost always fell asleep whenever we were watching a movie in bed? 

I went on a trip far away from everyone and contemplated the past.
Feelings are still mixed-but it's best to stop remembering stuff.
Let us move on.

Skål!

Κυριακή 6 Μαΐου 2012


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Πέμπτη 25 Αυγούστου 2011

Δεκαεννέα


Δευτέρα Λυκείου, 
όταν γεμίζαμε τους τοίχους της τάξης
με αστεράκια.

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