Life is what happens to u when u have other plans.....

Ну почему она тянет к себе так сильно…..сильнее чем тоска по родным, когда не сидищь и не пьёшь с ними кофе в уютной тёплой кухне по году….почему так тянет её вечно бурлящий пеной океан…?!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Неужели она действительно врастает и проростает в тебе так быстро,глубоко и незаметно для тебя самого,что после каких то 2х лет проведённых там ты уже почти ничто без той жизни,которую вдыхаешь бродя по пляжам, рассекая на байке, перекусывая в местных кафешках и бесконечных днях сменяющихся такими же бесконечно прекрасными ночами!

Вот это  я влипла!
потому что поняла почему!

Потому что там он — мой человек….каким бы он ни был, как бы я от себя этого не скрывала он ДЕЙСТВИТЕЛЬНО МОЙ,но он теперьб там, а я здесь.
И я понимаю,что я ПОПАЛА!
И НЕ ПОТОМУ ЧТО ОН НЕ ТОТ КОГО ИСКАЛА НА ВСЕ 100%, А ПОТОМУ ЧТО Я УЖЕ ОПЯТЬ СОВЕРШИЛА ОЧЕРЕДНУЮ НЕПОПРАВИМУЮ ОШИБКУ В СВОЕЙ ЖИЗНИ, ПОЗВОЛИВ ОБСТОЯТЕЛЬСТВАМ ПРОВЕСТИ МЕЖДУ НАМИ ТРЕМЯ РАССТОЯНИЕ В ТЫСЯЧИ КМ И В ТЫСЯЧИ ЧАСОВ!

ТРЕМЯ? (Я,ОН — МОЙ «КРАБ» И ИНДИЯ, ВЕРНЕЕ ГОА)

ДЫ, ЭТО БЫЛА НАВЕРНОЕ ОГРОМНЕЙШАЯ ОШИБКА МОЕЙ ЖИЗНИ, КОТОРАЯ ПОСЕЛИЛА В МОЕЙ ЧЕРЕПУШКЕ САЙКОДЕЛИЧЕСКОГО РОДА И РАЗМЕРОВ ТОСКУ, А ЕЩЕ И ЗЛОСТЬ НА СЕБЯ И СВОЮ СЛАБОХАРАКТЕРНОСТЬ.

конечно же не буду вдаваться во все тяжкие и неперестовать гнобить и ругать себя, но факт есть факт!
остаётся успокаивать себя кредовским выражением моей мамы: Все,что не делается, так и ДОЛЖНО БЫТЬ!

ну а я называю это так Life is what happens to u when u have other plans!

именно разлука с ними двумя и даёт осознание тоски...
для меня это теперь когда болит ВСЁ, не только там душа,сердце,как кто-то говорит, болит все тело,сознание, все внутри болит....и хуже от осознания что ты беспомощен в данной ситуации...

остаётся только прыгать с парашютом, заниматься, неистово заниматься йогой, бродить по городу в наушниках с Fyfe Dangerfield, John Legend, Van Buuren...курить,пить кофе, жить в скайпе, от которого, если честно уже тошнит, хвататься за любые книги и пересматривать ООООгромное кол-во фильмов.

Не удивляйся, но я даже готовить маме ужины научилась, чего не умела даже для него - МИСТЕРА "КРАБА".....ЖУТЬ...НЕ УЗНАЮ СЕБЯ СОВЕРШЕННО С ЭТОЙ ГОТОВКОЙ...даже варенье яблочное сподобилась приготовить, да еще и фаршированные перцы...ух, и получилось же!

А ЕЩЕ КАК МИНИМУМ МЕСЯЦА ТРИ!

I NEED U, MY INDIA!!!

Not Giving Up On Love vs Sophie Ellis-Bextor - In the studio with Armin ...

...Forgiving?

We love ourself even after making so many mistakes. Then how can we hate others 4 their small mistakes? Strange but true! So make habit of FORGIVING

we

please wait for me..........would u wait for me? ill come to u.....i miss us....with the tears in my eyes ya!just tell me that @we@ will happen again .....as we did before

Pearls Before Breakfast - без комментариев...

THE SITUATION In Washington, DC, at a Metro Station, on a cold January morning in 2007, this man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, approximately 2,000 people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. After about 3 minutes, a middle-aged man noticed that there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds, and then he hurried on to meet his schedule. About 4 minutes later: The violinist received his first dollar. A woman threw money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk. After 6 minutes: A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again. After 10 minutes: A 3-year old boy stopped, but his mother tugged him along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head the whole time. This action was repeated by several other children, but every parent - without exception - forced their children to move on quickly. After 45 minutes: The musician played continuously. Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while. About 20 gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace. The man collected a total of $32. After 1 hour: He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed and no one applauded. There was no recognition at all. No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before, Joshua Bell sold-out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100 each to sit and listen to him play the same music. This is a true story. Joshua Bell, playing incognito in the D.C. Metro Station, was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people's priorities. This experiment raised several questions:     *In a common-place environment, at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty?     *If so, do we stop to appreciate it?     *Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context? One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this: If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made. How many other things are we missing as we rush through life?

My body....

It just came to my boiled head; no judgment please – thoughts under the fever 101’ F:

…Why do we say “my body”? It is not mine. It is out of our hands. It is getting thick, olden out of our wish. Its like a robe, given to us by someone for a trial period, for an imprisonment into our own “I”. Bcs when its finally full spoiled, our rent period is over!

The one, who sewed all the robes was surely making them without any inspiration. As a result, he very seldom was creating masterpieces, sometimes simply good/well-done pieces, but then the designer must be resting: fashioned hastily, just embossed, hands…legs….done…next one…POT-BOILER! So many people arre suffering bcs of  his dishonesty.

But it’s a more fuck up when he – unknown designer, had worked hard and really gave you  a personable, beautiful look-up, and you got used to it, …….but suddenly he hijacks his ouwn gift!

And its not about Cinderella case, when after the  stroke her beautiful dress returns into a baggers’ clothes.  No, he acts like a Pervert sadist: spoils the costume slowly, one part after another, piece after piece, though blow-by-blow! Here picks of a patch,,, there  undo a steam… And there is no chance to break away from his bloody arms, no any chance!

We all know, that finally everyone of us will start to become older and older, however we all live like it will never happen to us. As if we ve got an immortal youth .

But the day when a mirror will remind you: there is no immortality, and endless youth , this day will come. And it is your turn now – take as a prove your first wrinkle or grey hair!

It was something like a silly thoughts bcs of nothing to do and bcs of a terrible looking face that was watching me today from the bath mirror!))))))))))