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[sakatumi]

Goreče poleno pravi kovaču :
četudi me danes sežigaš na ognjišču,
ne pozabi, da bo napočil dan,
ko bom jaz sežgal tvoje telo v pepel.
(Kabir)

[anne]

For what is joy if it goes unrecorded, and what is love if it is not shared?

 

Jenny Worth, Call the Midwife, S03E08

[Silica]

If at first you don't succeed, have a massive tantrum, tell everyone to fuck off and go have yourself a nice cold beer.

[anne]

Nekateri citati neverjetne Violet iz Downton Abbey:

 

http://downtonabbeyo...rantham-quotes/

[Silica]

Sometimes I drink too much vodka or eat 3 servings of macaroni and cheese in one sitting, but by far the most unhealthy habit I have is comparing myself to others.

[TikaTija]

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[Silica]

Fitness tip: Never stop pushing yourself. Some say 8 hours of sleep is enough. Why stop there? Why not 9? Why not 10? Strive for greatness. Do 15 push ups instead of 10. Run 3 miles instead of 2. Eat the whole cake instead of a slice. Burn your ex's house down. I believe in you.

[Silica]

The morning after I killed myself, I woke up.

 

I made myself breakfast in bed. I added salt and pepper to my eggs and used my toast for a cheese and bacon sandwich. I squeezed a grapefruit into a juice glass. I scraped the ashes from the frying pan and rinsed the butter off the counter. I washed the dishes and folded the towels.

 

The morning after I killed myself, I fell in love. Not with the boy down the street or the middle school principal. Not with the everyday jogger or the grocer who always left the avocados out of the bag. I fell in love with my mother and the way she sat on the floor of my room holding each rock from my collection in her palms until they grew dark with sweat. I fell in love with my father down at the river as he placed my note into a bottle and sent it into the current. With my brother who once believed in unicorns but who now sat in his desk at school trying desperately to believe I still existed.

 

The morning after I killed myself, I walked the dog. I watched the way her tail twitched when a bird flew by or how her pace quickened at the sight of a cat. I saw the empty space in her eyes when she reached a stick and turned around to greet me so we could play catch but saw nothing but sky in my place. I stood by as strangers stroked her muzzle and she wilted beneath their touch like she did once for mine.

 

The morning after I killed myself, I went back to the neighbors’ yard where I left my footprints in concrete as a two year old and examined how they were already fading. I picked a few daylilies and pulled a few weeds and watched the elderly woman through her window as she read the paper with the news of my death. I saw her husband spit tobacco into the kitchen sink and bring her her daily medication.

 

The morning after I killed myself, I watched the sun come up. Each orange tree opened like a hand and the kid down the street pointed out a single red cloud to his mother.

 

The morning after I killed myself, I went back to that body in the morgue and tried to talk some sense into her. I told her about the avocados and the stepping stones, the river and her parents. I told her about the sunsets and the dog and the beach.

 

The morning after I killed myself, I tried to unkill myself, but couldn’t finish what I started.

[Silica]

In the realm of ideas everything depends on enthusiasm... in the real world all rests on perseverance.

[mayan]

"Just as the skirt needs the wind to billow, I'm not formed by things that are of myself alone. I wear my father's belt tied around my mother's blouse, and shoes which are from my uncle. This is me. Just as a flower does not choose its color, we are not responsible for what we have come to be. Only once you realize this do you become free, and to become adult is to become free." (iz filma Stoker)

[A65]

Every day is another chance to change your life.

[mayan]

Ha ha ha, res je to..., ampak ce se zavedas in se zavedas svojega odnosa do tega, cesar ne mores spremeniti, je kul in pa ce lahko spremenis svoj editjut si pa na konju...

[Silica]

1. Going to bed early

2. Not leaving my house

3. Not going to a party

 

My childhood punishments have become my adult goals.

[Silica]

Duša, ki jo razplamteva ljubezen, ne more biti nedejavna. Najlepše misli niso nič brez dela.

 

 

 

(... So nič? Niso nič? )

[mačky]

Stara indianka plemena Wintu je žalostno spregovorila o nepotrebnem uničevanju dežele, v kateri je živela...

"Belemu človeku nikoli ni bilo mar za Zemljo, divjad ali medvede. Ko
mi, Indijanci ubijamo meso, pojemo vsega. Ko kopljemo korenine, naredimo
najhne luknje. Ko gradimo hiše, zgradimo takšne z majhnimi prostori. Ko
požigamo travo, da bi ujeli kobilice, ne uničujemo stvari. Ne sekamo
dreves. Uporabimo samo mrtva drevesa.
Ampak beli ljudje zorjejo tla, izpulijo drevesa, ubijejo vse. Drevo
reče: Nikar, boli me." Ampak oni posekajo drevo in ga razsekajo. Duh
zemlje jih sovraži. Izruvajo drevesa in jih popolnoma olupijo, čeprav so
jih prej gledali v krošnje. To jih prizadane. Indijanci nikoli ne
škodijo ničemur, ampak beli ljudje uničijo vse. Izruvajo skale in
raztreščijo. Skala reče :Nikar, boli me." Ampak belemu človeku ni mar.
Ko Indijanci uporabijo skale, vzamejo male okrogle za kuhanje... Kako
naj duh Zemlje mara belega človeka... Vse, česar se je beli človek
dotaknil, je bolečina."

[butl]

Tole sem snel iz fejsbuka:

 

"A comfort zone is beautiful place...but...nothing ever grows there."

 

 

[gold]

lepa Vida malo drugače...


Lepa Vida je pri morju
stala,
vendar tokrat NI plenice prala.
Ker upoštevala je pametno
mišljenje,
kupila si je pralni stroj Gorenje.

Bilo je vroče (tam sredi
avgusta),
preživljala je drugi del dopusta.
Na robu Baške, sredi peščene
plaže,
knjigo bere in se s kremo maže.

Po morju črn zamorec
priglisira,
vrže sidro, nič se ne obira.
Za Vido zanimiva je novica,
da
pošilja španska ga kraljica.

Ponuja službo, vedno redno plačo,
zastonj
pa stanovanje in jedačo.
Jo vpraša, če dojia bi otroka,
ko vid', da modrc
ji po šivih poka.

Nič ne bo, zamorec - reče ona -
ni naravno, not' sta
silikona.
Če otrok želi ohranit zdravje,
naj navadi se na mleko
kravje!

Poleg tega pa je poročena,
mož ni siromak, otroka sta
rejena.
Nekaj jamra sin, ker se bolezen kuha,
najbrž od tavhanja ima vneta
uha.

Res mož preveč kadi in kašlja (to se ve),
morda je prehlajen (če
ni TeBeCe).
Pove, da raje bo čakala s službo fino
na sončni strani Alp na
pokojnino.

In tako zamorec gre v druge kraje...
gledat, če se kje kak
modrc
maje!!!!

[Silica]

Don't be sad because of people, they will all die.

[Silica]

“My dick is a macho shithead but the rest of me is a sensitive, caring and gentle guy.”

 

 

[Silica]

The truth is something that burns. It burns off dead wood. And people don’t like having the dead wood burnt off often because they’re 95 percent dead wood. Believe me I’m not being snide about that. It’s no joke. When you start to realise how much of what you’ve constructed of yourself is based on deception and lies, that is a horrifying realisation. It can easily be 95 percent of you and the things you say and the things you act out.