Ever been to Nesie’s Place? Not yet? Well, you definately should take a minute and pay Felicia a visit… I know it is not Wednesday anymore, but this just made me laugh so much, I had to share it! I am a big fan of this kind of t-shirts, and if I was more of…… Continue reading Funny Ts at Nesie’s Place…
Through the day, and through the night… She knitted, relentlessly. Thread over, thread under, she joined her memories, rolling them patiently around the long pointy needles. Watching the warm colors of her loves complementing the cold feeling of her blues, and the blackness of her lonely days. She followed no partern, needed no…… Continue reading Knitting…
Ok, this is totally childish! I probably have once liked some random KLM page on Facebook (not the childish part yet!) and now I occasionally get news from the Dutch airline… Today I got a new post from them named “Our mission: To capture the Fokker 70 in flight!”. I started giggling. (yes the childish…… Continue reading Farewell, Fokker!
So vividly that not one second will ever melt down into oblivion… Until I forget… But I won’t.
You might have noticed that I have skipped a couple nights of After Eight Moments… It was not intended, and I am actually quite pissed annoyed about it. I take all those pictures with my cell phone. I was convinced that the dang phone was saving them on my memory card. I trusted Samsung, I had…… Continue reading Missing my After Eight Moments…
via Daily Prompt: Foggy Eyes closed, she enjoyed the pleasant feeling of the water between her scapulas… The hot stream, shooting from the nozzle massaged her cramped upper back nicely, and she was slowly dozing off, nonchalantly leaning on the head rest. She loved thermal spas… Especially during the winter. She could’ve spent her…… Continue reading Foggy…
10 cents found on the ground… 10 cents lucky luck just found… Pure luck….
I wore your bruises proudly… It was an honor being hurt by you.
Melting down, back to fit the mold… Little do they know I have learnt to lie, along the years. Fitting, not in my dictionary. Not anymore.
Comme c’est mystérieux, cette aptitude innée à s’émerveiller de la beauté et à s’émouvoir, autant de ce qui est infiniment petit, que de ce qui est infiniment grand. Tant et si bien concentrés sur ce qui nous dépasse que tout ce qui est à l’échelle de l’homme nous laisse indifférent… Et pourtant, nous sommes…… Continue reading Réflexion…
Cyranny's Cove 