there are so precious times...

...which can be never ever told, which are always missed. you feel so many things about it and think about it but you just can't say something coz it was so undescribable. my last saturday night was one of them. i just...

i do love you

when you are old and grey and full of sleep,
and nodding by the fire, take down this book,
and slowly read, and dream of the soft look
your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
how many loved your moments of glad grace,
and loved your beauty with love false or true,
but one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
and loved the sorrows of your changing face;
and bending down beside the glowing bars,
murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
and paced upon the mountains overhead
and hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

william butler yeats

painful truths from augustus hill - 2

You can take a lot of things away from a man. Cigarettes, the gym. You can take his freedom, his legs, but not his feelings. Not his feelings... A man loves a woman. No matter what kind of man he is, if he loves her, he wants her. He wants her body. He wants her to want his. So you say to him, "You will never make love again. You will never touch her in that way again. This is the last time. The last time forever." If that's not cruel and unusual punishment, I don't know what is.
 

routine

routine... 

• makes you feel like you're 75, 
• absorbs your energy, 
• kills your social life, 
• makes you a restless, lazy prick
• causes to problems with your girl/boy friend (mean serious problems)
• nibbles you...
• and many many other fuckin' things

but ladies and gentlemen please welcome to augustus hill(1):

"Some inmates say that violence is the worst thing we gotta face. For me, the worst thing is the great yawn. How do you fill day after dull ass day? We got these routines that are supposed to give our lives order and meaning. But I'm here to testify that I'm less afraid of getting shanked in my back than the routine. Cause the routine, man, the routine will kill you."

vomiting

it's just 00:07 am and i already vomited two times. i am really really in a bad mood. all the things that made me sad had come back to back and you know... i think that's enough talking about life. soooo fuckin' life. go and make love with your lover or i don't know just kiss him/her anyway do something still you can. it looks like a butterfly ha?

holding on to nothing

i also was driving to a dead end with 200 km/h. she just drove over to me...

daisies bring you back to me?

had i the heavens embroidered cloths,
enwrought with golden and silver light,
the blue and the dim and the dark cloths
of night and light and the half light,

i would spread the cloths under your feet:

but i, being poor, have only my dreams;
i have spread my dreams under your feet;
tread softly because you tread on my dreams...

william butler yeats

i'm jack's...

...heartache!

painful truths from augustus hill - 1

and love? well, if sex is sweet and death is bitter, love is both. love will always and forever break your heart.