I want to read a new book, but I can't figure out which one, I can't choose, I'm confused, hesitating.
Perhaps because I couldn't finish the last ones, that I don't want to start another one of the list.
Why is it that It's so hard to choose?
I just can't. I can't pick up a book, read it, talk about it, then suddently move on. Or is it how it should be done. Moving on to the next one .. Forgeting what's beautiful, about the previous ones, and , .. , well.
I guess I'm just used to this, this circle of (" plaisir, amour, amour plus fort, oubli, tristesse, désespoir,.."). I probably am .
Hoje à noite a Terra deve girar. Hoje à noite as estrelas hão de cintilar, em seu brilho longínquo. Hoje à noite, quem sabe, a Lua faça uma visita, se preparando para o grande evento do próximo domingo. Neste dia, para algumas formas conscientes de sua existência, ela entrará na frente de um deus perpétuo para eles. A Lua se colocará entre a casa dessas formas e sua fonte inesgotável de energia, de vida...
Mas, hoje à noite, quem sabe, a Lua faça uma visita, mas sem nem olhar para essas formas. Ela estará Nova, olhando para o grande deus brilhante e explosivo, inalcançável.
I feel myself falling in love with you. Melting into a sweet familiarity. You're the only person that I've ever been able to talk to this way. The only one I could ever talk to for five hours at a time multiple nights out of the week and not run out of things to say. You've told me your stories, with a kind of timidness in your voice I wouldn't have expected. You let the details slip out as you add polite disclaimers, hoping I won't think any less of you for your mistakes. I find myself falling further especially in those moments that make you fear a sudden halt. I find myself dreaming of your arms wrapped around me, and remembering the way my face feels pressed into your neck. I catch myself missing you at all hours of the day. And that's how I know that I love you.
wow, what a great topic. i regret lots of things right away, but after thinking about them for a bit, not many of them do i regret after. i find that most of what i "regret" has gotten me to where i am today so i guess i can't really regret them afterall because i would not be who i am or where i am. this is the case with lots of things, like working at mitchell, or my drinking past. yes, there are some specific things i do still regret, but i don't know how integral they are to my story and my growth and who i am today so it is difficult to know. i guess i associate regret with "wish to change" and i don't know that i would wish to change anything. i mean, yes, there is lots i wish i had changed, but i actually do like who i am and where i am today, and because of what i believe as far as everything is related and everything puts us on a certain path, it is hard to say i really actually wish something was different, because i don't know where i'd be or who i am today. not to say i couldn't be better but i like who i am and where i am based on what i know now. i'd rather take what i have and like than roll the dice on being better and by chance, it may end up worse. i don't know what else to say, i would like this to be a great topic, it is a great topic. i will work on it. i hurt still inside with some of my past choices, and i know i need to keep working on this so that i can embrace all of me and not wish to "shut the door" on the past.
I think we both whisper that we love each other almost silently between each breath as we talk sweetly late into the night. And even when you don't say it out loud in those words, you say things that prove that you understand. When I'm feeling crazy, you know what to say, and you remind me of the things that I've told you when I didn't even realize you were listening to remember. You show me that I'm not crazy and that I'm just too hard on myself. And apparently I do the same for you. And we talk about the people that have hurt us. And we talk about why it hurt so much. And you say perfect things like, "thank you for telling me so I can know how and why you're hurting." It's things like that that make me know that those words must almost slip out between your teeth as often as I find myself holding them back behind mine. I love you, even if we're too shy to say it out loud.