The beauty and the truth

Don't you just love the words above?
Like you share a secret with the one you love,
or don't love, of course.
Sharing secrets is something magical
something you can't really describe in words
and you shouldn't.



Oh, how i love things put on a head, like it's the most normal thing in the world.
Like you could walk outside with it.
As if the wind never blows.



.....
Hmm.
Be more honest and open with him.
About my feelings.
And he should be too.

I am curious, what should you really do?

I am in love with hair lately,
the messy kind of hair.
Not the kind of hair that shows
you care about it.
Of course you do,
but nobody has to know about that.





Lara,
how come
you never
ever
bore me?



I have to say,
I am getting a little bored by my own posts.
Do you know that feeling?
Like you can't really understand
how other's can think,
your blog is still interesting?

There is no structure at all,
and i love structure so much.
Why?
Because it makes the mess in my head
a little less messy?



The girl from the Tumblr where i got this picture from,
said: I need to be here.
Well, me too.
Let's share the place.
You're welcome too.

I often wonder,
is it really possible,
a certain place
can make you feel different?
When you look at that picture above,
you get a feeling,
a feeling of wanting to be there.
You don't want to be where you are now,
because you can't be in two different places.
I wish i was happy with the place
i am now.
I am not.
I already know this place.
I am dreaming about places
i've never been.
Places unknown,
places to discover.

If only i wasn't so afraid to fly.



I love sleep,
my life has a tendency
to fall apart when I’m awake.

~Ernest Hemingway~

Ernest, i'm with you on this.

(Thanks to weheartit.com for the visual beauty)