And it starts in my soul
And I lose all control
When you kiss my nose
The feeling shows
‘Cause you make me smile, baby
— Colbie Caillat, “Bubbly”
http://youtu.be/AWGqoCNbsvM
“I beg you to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.”
—Rainer Marie Rielke, “Letters To A Young Poet”
http://soundcloud.com/the-redfords/make-you-feel-my-love
When the evening shadows
And the stars appear
And there is no - one there
To dry your tears
I could hold you
For a million years
To make you feel my love
“Photography is all about secrets. The secrets we all have and will never tell.”
— Kim Edwards, “The Memory Keeper’s Daughter”
I wanted you to know
I love the way you laugh
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away
I keep your photograph;
I know it serves me well
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain
http://youtu.be/hPC2Fp7IT7o
As certain as the knowledge that seasons change, as true as rainfall in summer — my eyes are open: you never loved me.
You may have thought you did. I wanted to believe you did. Illusions are the heart’s candy.
It is only fall but it is winter in my heart.
http://youtu.be/uG0qiVW-mdI
Message Personnel
Mais si tu crois un jour que tu m’aimes
Ne crois pas que tes souvenirs me gênent
Et cours, cours jusqu’à perdre haleine
Viens me retrouver…
Mais si tu crois un jour que tu m’aimes
Ne le considère pas comme un problème
Et cours, cours jusqu’à perdre haleine
Viens me retrouver
Si tu crois un jour que tu m’aimes
N’attends pas un jour, pas une semaine
Car tu ne sais pas où la vie t’emmène
Viens me retrouver
Si le dégoût de la vie vient en toi
Si la paresse de la vie
S’installe en toi
Pense à moi
Pense à moi.
“Do not be angry with the rain. It simply does not know how to fall upwards.” — Vladimir Nabokov (Taken with Instagram)