Everything’s made to be broken.

Ultimele ore aici… un bagaj mic si o pisica, atat iau.

Cu 5 an in urma “fugeam” de acasa la Bucuresti. Lasam in urma tot ce as fi putut avea acolo. E prima oara dupa atata timp cand imi doresc atat de mult sa ma duc acasa. E prima oara cand fug din Bucuresti.

Si acasa o sa-mi aduc aminte o lectie pe care am uitat-o de atat timp, desi demult imi promisesem ca n-o voi uita niciodata.

Oamenii se schimba. Eu nu ma schimb, desi de la un an la altul imi propun sa o fac.

“Ai niste ochi foarte calmi”, zise… printre putinii care au stiut sa vada vreodata asta…

Fiecare furtuna nu mi s-a citit niciodata in ochi, ci in puls sau in bataile inimii…

Oamenii sunt asa cum sunt. Love them or leave them…

Goo Goo Dolls – Iris

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah, you'd bleed just to know you're alive

And I don't want the world to see me
Cuz I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am"

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    eu said,

    take care of you girl ! si de miti.. si sa ii pui ceva rosu la gat sa nu o deoachie vreun cocalar prin tren

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