Saturday, December 19th 2009
Be clearly aware of the stars
and infinity on high then life seems almost enchanted after all — Vincent Van Gogh
" one day, you don’t feel like doing anything. nothing interests you, everything bores you. feel more and more empty inside, more and more dissatisfied with yourself and the world in general. then even that feeling wears off, and you don’t feel anything anymore. you become completely indifferent to what goes on around you. you forget how to laugh and cry - you’re cold inside and incapable of loving anything or anyone. there’s no going back. the disease has a name. it’s called DEADLY TEDIUM.
Michael Ende (via strangeandstranger) (via suzywire)
Friday, December 18th 2009
i love RIE NAKAJIMA’s artworks a whole lot. really inspiring!
" i believe things happen for a reason. people change, so you can learn to let go; things go wrong, so you can appreciate them when they’re right; you believe lies, so eventually you turst no on but yourself; and sometimes good things fall apart; so better things can fall together.
Marilyn Monroe
regret comes in all shapes and sizes
Some are small, like when we do a bad thing for a good reason.
Some are bigger, like when we let down a friend.
Some of us escape the pains of regret by making the right choice.
Some of us have little time for regret because we’re looking forward to the future.
Sometimes we have to fight to come to terms with the past,
and sometimes we bury our regret by promising to change our ways.
But our biggest regrets are not for the things we did but for the things we didn’t do, things we didn’t say that could have saved someone we care about.
Especially when we can see the dark storm that’s headed their way.
fetrizarinaldy: our first ‘wisudaan’ project, July 2008. one of the best. I loveee this. remember guys?
ardwina: of course :’)
dwininta: cheerleaders! and Oma got flower :D
a memory inside my photograph.
Thursday, December 17th 2009
continual irresolution
keeps me shackled to the ground
and i’ve been in dire need of revolution
for far too many days to count
i thought i was safe in the hiding place
but it sure is exhausting, living in chains
it’s paradoxical in every way
nothing makes sense
i can’t tell love from hate…and there’s
nothing left for me to do
right and left both bring me to
the center of my deepest fear
where the truth is oh so clear
embracing inescapable truth
truth is so cruel
i’m begging myself to make something of it
i give up still unable to comprehend
my own true will…
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