Oldies but goldies - part 2

miercuri,

1

decembrie

Superb <3 .

P.S: Prima ninsoare a venit odata cu prima zi oficiala de iarna. Vin sarbatorile , vin :> .

Oldies but Goldies - part 1

miercuri,

27

octombrie

Ador aceasta melodie...Magnifique !

I Love The Way You Lie

marți,

17

august

Megan Fox si Dominic Monaghan joaca atat de bine in acest scurt clip si melodia este atat de bestiala incat imi era imposibil sa nu postez videoclipul sooo : Enjoy!





*You ever love somebody so much
You can barely breathe
When you're with them
You meet
And neither one of you
Even know what hit 'em*

*You don't get another chance
Life is no Nintendo game*

*Maybe our relationship
Isn't as crazy as it seems
Maybe that's what happens
When a tornado meets a volcano*

*I love you too much
To walk away though*

*Just gonna stand there
And watch me burn
But that's alright
Because I like
The way it hurts
Just gonna stand there
And hear me cry
But that's alright
Because I love
The way you lie*


*

Definita strigatului

luni,

21

iunie

Ti-as spune ceva,

despre noi,

despre zapada de-afara,

despre dragostea mea.

Ti-as spune ceva,

orice,

numai sa nu creasca iarba tacerii intre noi.

Ti-as spune ceva,

ce-ai stiut,

sau ce stiu,

dar a-nceput sa creasca iarba tacerii intre noi

si s-au ratacit sunetele din cuvantul tarziu.

[Octavian Paler]

Ma simt atat de pustie...

Cuvintele dor -asa se spune- dar faptele dor si mai mult.

Incerc atat de mult sa nu ranesc pe nimeni si sa fac totul bine dar se pare ca pe masura ce ma straduiesc mai mult cu atat mai intensa si dureroasa este dezamagirea prin care trec...

Eu sunt genul de persoana care este ranita , se infurie pe moment iar a doua zi uita.Un sfat?nu dati uitarii lucrurile atat de usor pentru ca un om atunci cand a aruncat cu o piatra in tine nu va ezita sa o faca si a doua oara.

Suntem niste fiinte atat de complexe incat uneori nici noi nu ne intelegem propiile temeri,ganduri,sperante,emotii si cel mai trist lucru care rezulta din asta:ori ajungem sa regretam enorm ori suntem prea nesimtiti si cruzi ca sa ne pese.Cea mai buna solutie este sa fim sinceri,sa fim sinceri cu noi insine si cu cei din jur deoarece in acest fel doare mai putin si cu siguranta ne face sa fim mai impacati cu viata noastra...

Sunt atat de fericita pentru ca sunt iubita si iubesc dar atat de pustie pentru ca nu reusesc sa obtin macar un gram de iubire de la cine imi doresc...

But this is life !

Just LIVE LAUGH LOVE ! ...

Supernatural - sezonul 5

miercuri,

26

mai

Ooo si uite asa a venit si sfarsitul sezonului cinci si nu de mult si sfarsitul serialului Supernatural...dar uite ca mai avem un sezon plin de suspans si nu numai:x...

And some quotes :

• Bobby: You are nine kinds of crazy, boy.

Dean: It's been said.

• Zachariah: You're Michael's vessel. Or rather, his receptacle.

Dean: I'm a vessel?

Zachariah: You're the vessel. Michael's vessel.

Dean: How? Why, why me?

Zachariah: Because you're chosen! It's a great honor, Dean.

Dean: Oh, yeah. Life as an angel condom. That's real fun. I think I'll pass, thanks.

• Lucifer/Sam: You know why God cast me down? Because I loved him. More than anything. And then God created... you. The little... hairless apes. And then He asked all of us to bow down before you, to love you more than Him. And I said, "Father... I can't." I said, "These human beings are flawed, murderous." And for that... God had Michael cast me into Hell. Now, tell me... does the punishment fit the crime? Especially when I was right? Look at what six billion of you have done to this thing, and how many of you blame me for it?

• Dean: Yeah, everything Jesse believes comes true. He thinks the Tooth Fairy looks like Belushi, uh, joy buzzers really shock people, boom that's what happens.

Sam: Yeah, but convince him that joy buzzers don't actually work and they go from killer machines back into crap toys.

Dean: Probably doesn't even know he's doing it. How is he doing it?

• Dean: You're family. I don't know if you've noticed, but me and Sam, we don't have much left. I can't do this without you. I can't. So don't you dare think about checking out. I don't want to hear that again.

Bobby: Okay.

Dean: Okay. Good.

Bobby: Thanks. Now, we done feeling our feelings? 'Cause I'd like to get out of this room before we both start growing lady parts.

• Trickster: You sorry sons of bitches. Why do you think you two are the vessels? Think about it. Michael, the big brother, loyal to an absent father. And Lucifer, the little brother, rebellious of daddy's plan. You two were born to this, boys! It's your destiny. It was always you. As it is in Heaven, so it must be on Earth. One brother has to kill the other.

• Dr. Cartwright: I'm Dr. Erica Cartwright. I've been assigned to your case.

Dean: You're my shrink? Well, lucky me.

Dr. Cartwright: And you're my paranoid schizophrenic with narcissistic personality disorder and religious psychosis. Lucky me.

• Dr. Cartwright: Why you?Dean: Why me what?

Dr. Cartwright: Why do you have to hunt monsters? Why not let someone else do it?

Dean: I can't find anybody else that dumb.

Dean: Where am I going?

• Sam: Dean, it's Valentine Day. Your favorite holiday, remember? I mean, what do you always call it - uh, Unattached Drifter Christmas?
  

• Bobby: Why'd you take a picture?

Crowley: Why'd you have to use tongue?

• Pestilence: Disease gets a bad rap, don't you think? For being filthy. Chaotic. Uh, but really, t-that just describes people who get sick. Disease itself... very... pure. Single-minded. Bacterium have one purpose--divide and conquer. That's why, in the end... it always wins. So, you've got to wonder why God pours all of his love into something so messy... and weak. It's ridiculous. All I can do is show him he's wrong, one epidemic at a time.
  

• Dean: Well, I got to ask. How old are you?

Death: As old as God. Maybe older. Neither of us can remember anymore. Life, death, chicken, egg. Regardless - at the end, I'll reap him, too.

Dean: God? You'll reap God?

Death: Oh, yes. God will die, too, Dean.

• Chuck: The Impala, of course, has all the things other cars have... and a few things they don't. But none of that stuff's important. This is the stuff that's important. The Army man that Sam crammed in the ashtray--it's still stuck there. The Legos that Dean shoved into the vents. to this day, heat comes on, and you can hear 'em rattle. These are the things that make the car theirs. Really theirs. Even when Dean rebuilt it from the ground up, he made sure all these little things stayed. 'Cause it's the blemishes that made her beautiful.

• Chuck: In between jobs, Sam and Dean would sometimes get a day - sometimes a week, if they were lucky. They'd pass the time lining their pockets. Sam used to insist on honest work, but now he hustles pool, like his brother. They could go anywhere and do anything. They drove a thousand miles for an Ozzy show. Two days for a Jayhawks game. And when it was clear, they'd park her in the middle of nowhere, sit on the hood, and watch the stars... for hours... without saying a word. It never occurred to them that, sure, maybe they never really had a roof and four walls but they were never, in fact, homeless.

• Chuck: Endings are hard. Any chapped-ass monkey with a keyboard can poop out a beginning, but endings are impossible. You try to tie up every loose end, but you never can. The fans are always gonna bitch. There's always gonna be holes. And since it's the ending, it's all supposed to add up to something. I'm telling you, they're a raging pain in the ass.

• Chuck: So what's it all add up to? It's hard to say. But me, I'd say this was a test... for Sam and Dean. And I think they did all right. Up against, Good, Evil, angels, devils, Destiny, and God himself, they made their own choice. They chose family. And, well... isn't that kinda the whole point? No doubt - endings are hard. But then again... nothing ever really ends, does it?

Te iubesc - poezii ...

joi,

18

martie

*Fie ca sunt triste sau dedicate fericirii,poeziile in care iubirea joaca rolul principal trezesc intodeauna in noi amintiri si sentimente arzatoare...

Si stele cad din ochii mei

Luna de pe cer aş vrea
Să strige acum în locul meu
Ce dor îmi e de chipul tău
Şi te iubesc "suflet al meu"

Şi-n seara asta-s fără tine
Şi stele cad din ochii mei
Dar tot mai sper la nopţi senine
Că reapar prin norii grei

Sunt tristă iar că tu nu poţi
Să te cobori acum pe-o rază
Şi să veghezi la chipul meu
Cum ai facut o viaţă-ntreagă

Speranta-n suflet nu dispare
Că în curând vei apărea
Să ne iubim o viaţă-ntreagă
Aşa cum sufletul o vrea.


De ce?

De ce mi-e dor de tine,
Cand tie nu-ti e dor?
De ce ma tii in viata
Cand eu doresc sa mor?
De ce-ti iubesc privirea,
De-i buna, de e rea?
De ce-ti iubesc surasul
Ce-l darui altcuiva?
De ce cred in iubire,
Cand totul e pierdut?
De ce e trista viata
Si trist sufletul mut?


Ce e amorul?

Ce e amorul?
Ce e amorul? E un lung
Prilej pentru durere,
Căci mii de lacrimi nu-i ajung
Si tot mai multe cere.

De-un semn în treacat de la ea
El sufletul ti-l leaga,
Incit să n-o mai poti uita
Viata ta intreaga.

Dar inca de te-asteapta-n prag
In umbra de unghere,
De se-ntilneste drag cu drag
Cum inima ta cere:

Dispar si cerul si pământ
Si pieptul tau se bate,
Si totu-atirna de-un cuvint
Soptit pe jumatate.

Te urmareste saptamini
Un pas făcut alene,
O dulce stringere de mini,
Un tremurat de gene.

Te urmaresc luminatori
Ca soarele si luna,
Si peste zi de-atitea ori
Si noaptea totdeauna.

Căci scris a fost ca viata ta
De doru-i să nu-ncapa,
Căci te-a cuprins asemenea
Lianelor din apa.


Poem

Spune-mi, dacă te-aş prinde-ntr-o zi
şi ţi-aş săruta talpa piciorului,
nu-i aşa că ai şchiopăta puţin, după aceea,
de teamă să nu-mi striveşti sărutul?...



Sarută-mă

Saruta-mi ochii grei de-atâta plâns,
Doar sarutarea ta ar fi în stare
Să stinga focul rău ce i-a cuprins,
Să-i umple de iubire si de soare.

Saruta-mi gura, buzele-nclestate
Ce vorba si surâsul si-au pierdut.
Iti vor zambi din nou inseninate
Si-ndragostite ca si la-nceput.

Saruta-mi fruntea, gândurile rele
Si toate indoielile-or să moara,
In loc vor naste visurile mele
De viata noua si de primavara.



Motionless


If time could stand still, I’d freeze it here,
So you’d always hold me, close and near.
In your arms, where I’m meant to be,
Filled with the perfect love you’ve given me.

A bond so strong, a hold so tight,
To know you’re the one; my ‘Mr. Right’.
A blessing sent from up above,
In you I’ve found my one true love.

Our lives entwined to be as one,
Upon this journey we’ve just begun.
Where you and I will find no less,
Than eternal love and happiness.



Exist,iubesc!

Iubesc şi simt fiece adiere din viaţa mea
Da, ador şi parcă demult nu mai simt că mor..

Azi, iubesc o umbră a gândului meu,
Iubesc o taină ce-mi face sufletul greu,
Iubesc o enigmă şi mi-e dorul un zbor întrerupt
Mi-e inima un lanţ de-atâtea vremuri rupt..
Ating desculţă o parte de cer, mă plimb desculţă
Şi văd vise, simt şoapte, am iubire şi vreau să trăiesc... dar, ce conteaza?

E doar un vis ce-aş vrea, c-aş vrea să am
Şi mă trezesc.. deci, nu mai am nimic!

Pana nu demult mi se parea ingrozitor de greu sa spun "te iubesc !"... dar am realizat ca nimic nu poate fi mai usor cand simti cu adevarat acest lucru si toata fiinta ta parca tipa : Te iubesc , te iubesc, te iubesccc !

Nu iti fie frica, spune ce simti pentru ca mai tarziu sa nu regreti...

Credeti-ma, este mai bine sa iti exprimi sentimentele si sa afli ca nu iti sunt impartasite decat sa traiesti intr-o minciuna si sa nu stii ce ar fi fost daca...

sursa -citatepedia-

you are playing with fire

miercuri,

10

martie

Cand stau si ma gandesc cat de mult poate sa doara...



because you are special...




how long have i been in this storm?




forever?




crying for nothing...




i love you.




So you think you can dance performances. Enjoy !

Feelings

joi,

21

ianuarie

Everything will be alright...Alright.

[Scared to confess what I'm feeling - frightened you'll slip away.]