keep calm and love Patch

between Patch, Hunter and Daniel, Mr. Grey is just another psycho, who doesn't even exist.

The phunniest part about books is that if you fall inlove or hate a character, you know that the behaviour stops between the covers.

The phunniest part about Mr. Grey's psycho shades is that he marries the abused one, builds her a home, has kids, gives her a job. Does that make the abuse understandable ? does the acceptance ? the contract ? cam cate femei sunt batute conjugal cu constiinciozitate de sotii lor in Romanica fara sa se faca un film pe tema violentei domestice? oare filmul asta o face legala ?

da, stiu, n-am inteles nimic, mai ales ca nu am vazut marele film. Am citit cartile, ca sa inteleg viziunea scriitoarei despre violentza domestica si despre ce isi doresc femeile. REALLY ????

go there or don't, it's just a matter of choice. and mutual agreement. but loving a psychopath should be about trying to cure, not about violence for money.

.. for so many reasons, i still choose to keep calm and love Patch.
http://books.simonandschuster.com/Hush-Hush/Becca-Fitzpatrick/The-Hush-Hush-Saga/9781416989417

pentru ca dintre atatea definitii ale sufletului pereche, eu o sa o aleg mereu pe aceea care e pregatita sa imi recunoasca aripile. neconditionat. :)

..si totusi, baieti, incercati sa cititi un pic. the Psy Changeling series. vreo 2-3 carti de acolo. o sa va treaca orice umbra de gri.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nalini_Singh_(author)#Psy.2FChangeling_Series

..si fetelor, daca aveti nevoie de perfectiune, have  Daniel
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fallen_(Kate_novel)

.. mai ales ca filmul se filmeaza in lovely budapest!  :)

being honest..

..is bad for your health.
mai ales atunci cand celalalt nu e onest.

Cat de etic e in cazurile astea sa nu fii onest? Cel mai etic. Si cel mai sanatos.

Ma surprind in fiecare zi, intuind sinceritatea. Sau lipsa ei. Ma surprind asteptandu'ma ca cei din jur sa raspunda cu sinceritate la sinceritate si cu minciuna la minciuna.

Eu si asteptarile mele de balanta.

aerial..

R, from love.
stiu, stiu, am zis de atatea ori.. :)
Dar, mai ales, in this game with time, asa cum am zis cu voce tare saptamana trecuta de mai multe ori, daca vrei cu adevarat ceva trebuie sa fii persistent. 24/7 a week. Indeed.

Nu exista coincidente in lume. Nu in asa hal ca cele prin care trec cu fiecare zi ce trece in plus.

Si totusi, cu toate lucrurile intamplate, deschid ochii larg si regasesc in fiecare clipa puterea de a sta dreapta, cu aripile intinse, in fata unui zid.

Priveste'ma. Zbor peste zid si nu ma mai poti opri, decat in clipa cand o sa ma prinzi in brate.

LoA'in next stage. letting the energy do the job. love.

Visualise. How f. Hard can that be?
How much delay has the Time still need to fill.. in this lovely life game?
Did I not mention hard enough: name, birth, eye colour, aura in particular?
Come on moon, wake up.

(..that day when time slaps you in the face with LoA truth. Attracting birthdates, and kids names.)

Dream, Nik, just dream.

labeling people

I came with a frame of mind.

and ma stradui sa o modelez in asa fel incat sa o iubesc in fiecare zi.

cand faci algoritmica pe organisme vii, ar fi bine sa fii pregatit sa reactioneze intr'un mod pe care nu l-ai anticipat. Ce sa vezi, sunt vii.

Labeling people is not a strength i have.

pentru ca eticheta te ajuta sa decizi daca atunci cand cumperi un produs iti asumi si riscurile impachetate in el.

Dar, e funny, in lumea in care toata lumea poate face psihoterapie cu ceilalti, sa vezi cum se eticheteaza oamenii din cadrul mai larg sau mai restrans al propriei perceptii despre viata.

Era o vreme cand toata lumea stia fotbal. Politice. Macroeconomie. Acu.. toata lumea face psihoterapie pe ceilalti. LOL. 

Cum ar fi sa ne descoperim fiecare talentul si sa cultivam ceea ce ne face unici si speciali in lumea asta? 

Dar.. sa punem etichete oamenilor zic. Asa.. ca de 2015.

walls falling down

Being straightforward may damage your image, but will always keep your spine intact.

Because once a vertebrate, always one.

When tired, the walls fall down. And it vibrates to my soul so hard that I can picture the place. Again and again as the first time I saw it. Never knew what to do with it.

Someplace Rome, near the Colliseum, lies an old gothic church with an old torn apart garden. You need me to draw it out? But after passing the iron doors (iron, so ironic for a blood desease, roght?), the land unfolds into someplace Magic. From the future from where the Time bends the future with the eternity of our souls. Whispering, that is.. "Come. Follow me. It's time."

As I follow, I feel i get lost in the magic of your dream of me. Because the world is still, the time is still, and the only presence around is your breathing. Do you even know you do that when tired? If when tired, than what about willingly while wide awake? And then, why do I wonder why I fell you lingering on my skin when our auras meet by accident?

Wide awake remembering.

dreaming into 2015

Ending of an era. A bad one. 

Anything that comes my way, can only be better that the last 2 years.

Facem si noi niste rezolutii pt 2015, Sascha?

I know, pt tine 2015, 2016, or any other year, will be perfect as long as you can sleep carelessly next to me.

Si pt mine, la fel.

I've said it before: thank you 2014 for bringing sascha, and the others in my life.

Dear 2015, te rog, nu lasa cararea galbena prafuita si ajuta-ma sa fac pasii de care am nevoie pentru aducerea visului in realitate, complet. Asa cum stim noi ca e el. Everytime.

Cu pasi mici, alergand, sarind peste piatra cubica, dar mereu in miscare, te rog. Daca se poate in zbor. As in: repara'mi 2015 aripa lovita, sa pot zbura. 

Dreaming into 2015.