August, 2015

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Time for a break from the interweb social media sites for a…

Time for a break from the interweb social media sites for a while. Wish me luck.

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“I want to kiss the scars on your heart and give you all my love.”

“I want to kiss the scars on your heart and give you all my love.”

Yasmin Armaghan

80s-90s-supermodels: Christie Brinkley by Douglas Kirkland,…

80s-90s-supermodels:

Christie Brinkley by Douglas Kirkland, 1982

“When it comes to love, even the smartest people become stupid.”

“When it comes to love, even the smartest people become stupid.”

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“…I have so much to say to you that I am afraid I shall tell you nothing.”

“…I have so much to say to you that I am afraid I shall tell you nothing.”

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov 

“You will never be too much for someone who can’t get enough of you.”

“You will never be too much for someone who can’t get enough of you.”

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“Sleep To Dream” I tell you how I feel But you…

“Sleep To Dream”

I tell you how I feel
But you don’t care
I say tell me the truth
But you don’t dare
You say love is a hell
You cannot bear
And I say gimme mine
Back and then go there
For all I care
I got my feet
On the ground
And I don’t go to
Sleep to dream
You got your head
In the clouds
And you’re not at
All what you seem
This mind, this body
And this voice cannot be
Stifled by your deviant ways
So don’t forget what I told you
Don’t come around
I got my own hell to raise

I have never been
So insulted in all my life
I could swallow the seas
To wash down all this pride
First you run like a fool
Just to be at my side
And now you run like a fool
But you just run to hide
And I can’t abide

I got my feet
On the ground
And I don’t go
To sleep to dream
You got your head
In the clouds and
You’re not at all
What you seem
This mind, this body
And this voice cannot be
Stifled by your deviant ways
So don’t forget what I told you
Don’t come around
I got my own hell to raise

Don’t make it a big deal
Don’t be so sensitive
We’re not playing
A game anymore
You don’t have
To be so defensive
Don’t you plead me your case
Don’t bother to explain
Don’t even show me your face
‘Cause it’s a crying shame
Just go back to the rock
From under which you came
Take the sorrow you gave
And all the stakes you claim
And don’t forget the blame

I got my feet
On the ground
And I don’t go
To sleep to dream
You got your head
In the clouds and
You’re not at all
What you seem
This mind, this body
And this voice cannot be
Stifled by your deviant ways
So don’t forget
What I told you
Don’t come around
I got my own hell to raise

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