Chuck Fuckin' Bass !

C: "Look, n.y.u.'s hard, but Blair Waldorf does not give up."
B: "I'm not giving up. I've made a strategic retreat."
C: "Po-tay-to, po-tah-to."
B: "You don't understand."
C: "I do understand. Let me help."
B: "No, Chuck. n.y.u. is not the upper east side. They don't care about Constance or the social hierarchy. They don't care that i'm Blair Waldorf. It's over."
C: "And you'd do this to me?"
B: "What are you talking about?"
C: "I'm chuck bass, and i told you i love you. You're saying i'm easier to win over than a bunch of pseudo-intellectual, homesick malcontents? You'd really insult me like this?"
B: "That's not how it is."
C: "It's exactly how it is. So the next time you forget you're Blair Waldorf, remember, i'm Chuck Bass, and i love you."


Amen !
I love you too.

This is

funny.

Incomplete

Backstreet Boys - Incomplete. Sau melodia nr 10 de pe un cd ce mergea pe repeat acum mult timp. Nu chiar foarte mult, universal vorbind, dar raportat la ce se poate intampla intr-o secunda, 6 ani pare mult. Eram alta persoana. Alte perceptii alte dorinte alte prioritati. Oamenii se schimba. Si totusi, uite-ma acum dupa 6 ani, ascultand aceeasi melodie. Ce-i drept, in momentul de fata nu ii simt versurile, cum o faceam atunci, nu o ascult si ma minunez de faptul ca mai exista cineva care traieste ce traiesc eu, intelege ce simt, nu. Acum nu. Acum... e bine. Dar pentru cat timp? Cat va dura pana cand o sa ma plictisesc de starea de bine, pentru ca asta sunt, o masochista, si ce am nu o sa-mi mai fie de ajuns? Cat timp imi va trebui sa desfac inapoi in piese ce am construit si devin iar incompleta, cu ochii pe urmatorul tel?
*Birthday wish: Freeze time. I like the current puzzle.

three words, eight letters...

did you say it?
"i love you...", "i don't ever want to live without you...", "you changed my life..."
did you say it?

Make a plan, set a goal, work toward it...
But every now and then, look around... drink it in.
'cause this is it.

it might all be gone tomorrow.

Unbelievably true and...kinda' brilliant. Cuvintele cu care Grey's Anatomy si-a luat ramas bun de la noi, fanii fideli, pana la toamna.
Ce pot sa spun... se poarta "te iubesc" in finalurile de sezon... Pana si Chuck Bass a spus-o. Oh yes, he did! Avem timp sa ne revenim din soc pana la sezonul urmator...cred. Ma asteptam intr-un fel sa ramana cu Blair dar n-as fi bagat mana in foc, after all, he's Chuck Bass ! Dar aparent, un Chuck Bass maturizat, satul de jocuri, hotarat si pregatit sa ia ce era demult al lui. Desi as fi tentata, nu pot sa zic ca i-a luat prea mult. A asteptat pana a realizat ca mai multe orase europene nu ii mai trezeau interesul decat prin faptul ca reprezentau locatia unor lucruri preferate ale lui Blair. (Awwwwwwww!) Nu exista un moment perfect... in care sa realizezi ca trebuie sa faci ceva. Chuck si Blair au avut prea multe momente in care parea ca e prea tarziu, insa legatura lor, nu stiu cum sa o descriu ca nici "relatie" nu e cel mai potrivit, ce au avut ei impreuna a fost atat de intens incat timpul nu a contat. You know... "When it's for real it's forever." Obstacolele lor au fost niste lucruri care pentru majoritatea oamenilor nu inseamna nimic, si anume orgoliul si frica de a rata, de a fi surprinsi intr-o alta pozitie decat de putere. Dar ei nu sunt majoritatea oamenilor, ei sunt Chuck si Blair, Blair si Chuck. Inevitable...

Turnura asta a evolutiei Chuck-Blair ma face sa cred ca inca mai putem aspira la fericire. Inca mai exista o sansa sa credem ca putem lasa orgoliul la o parte si sa recunoastem ce simtim, sa nu traim in negare bazandu-ne pe "n-a fost sa fie, a trecut peste, am trecut peste", "In the face of true love you don't just give up. Even if the object of your affection is begging you to". Is that so? I don't know. I can't know. Logic keeps failing to describe what's going on around us, nothing seems to be in its place anymore, mean people are posing good, incredibly stupid people are on top and The Monster of Loch Ness is now freakin' Miss Universe! But there's something I like to believe in: What's meant to be will always find its way. It just has to.

Nine in the afternoon

Astazi am trecut iar pe acolo. Doua strazi lungi ce se impreuneaza intr-un sfarsit in chinul orei 7.30 ce se vrea a fi o intersectie. Dar ei nu ii pasa. Dimineata, cu toate masinile intr-un sir interminabil, cu sute de oameni injurand, exprimandu-si emotiile, totul este prea mic. Ea ramane rece, privind mareata totul de la inaltime.

Nici focul dintre acele 2 suflete ratacite de prea multe ori unul in altul, sau zgomotul sangelui dens, greoi, curgand din inimile lor, sufocat de atata mandrie, incarcat de povara sanselor perfecte devenite dezamagiri, nici faptul ca acum o alesesera pe ea sa le fie martor la ceea ce parea a fi inca o incercare de a fi fericiti nu o misca. Era noapte. Oare asta o impresiona? Poate. Poate acum isi va sacrifica cateva clipe sa ii supravegheze. Aveau nevoie, pentru ca daca ar fi lasati liberi, sa-si implineasca destinul, ar distruge un mit prea important, ar incalca prea multe legi, ar fi o dovada prea evidenta ca perfectiunea exista.

Simte un puternic val de caldura si cauta disperata sursa. Cei 2 sunt fata in fata, nemiscati. El se apleaca, ea invie in interior. Atingerea buzelor la inceput retinuta devine imediat un sarut salbatic, pasional dar suav, animalic dar calm, perfect. Un sarut DE-AL LOR. Ca si cum trecuse o vesnicie de cand o facusera ultima data, ca si cum amandoi o petrecusera asteptand sa se intample iar. Trecuse prea mult si amandoi o stiau, la fel cum stiau si ca urmatoarea data in care vor mai avea parte de asa ceva era un mister. Macinati de orgoliu, Chinuiti de ganduri, concentrati asupra replicilor, presati de timp, tremurand de dorinta, cele 2 perechi de ochi larg deschisi studiindu-se nu erau deloc o necesitate. Puteau ghici cuvintele care urmau sa le iasa pe gura, puteau numara bataile inimii fara sa se atinga, dar nu conta, vroiau sa savureze totul. Fiecare bucatica de clipa, de corp si de metru patrat. Sunt impreuna acum, acolo si nimic nu mai conta. Mai aveau putin timp pana sa revina la portia zilnica de auto-distrugere.

Nici pentru ea nu ar conta, daca nu i-ar fi stricat singura ei posibila placere. Noaptea, de obicei rece ca si ea, era acum inundata de caldura si lumina cu o forta nemaivazuta. Nu ii venea sa creada ca acei 2 puteau genera asemenea lucru! Sau poate nu putea crede nimic. Pentru ca era doar o cladire.

Schizophrenia is never out of the question

Hello there. Yes I am talking to you. Stop. Don't put your mask back on, you don't need it now, it's just you and me. You're such a paradox. You think so highly of yourself, always walk around tall showing off that perfect smile, perfect hair, perfect outfit... But not here, not when we're alone. Because in private all your demons come out. Such a fraud... but what is to do now? You're out of TV series episodes, out of chores to do, the only thing you've got left is time. Oh yeah.. plenty of time. I can only assume what you find excruciating pleasure in doing with it. Go on, just do it. It's just the two of us, remember? And I can't get enough of him either. Go light up that last Davidoff Platinum you've been saving for who knows what to go with it and enjoy yourself on the staircase, along with a big, warm glass of cocoa. You know you like it. I know I do. Where is the answer? What is it? Or is there even an answer? You've never done anything without checking it in your brain for a thousand times, you've never put yourself in a less than powerful position, what's wrong? Is it that? Is it your pride? Is it mine? Is it his? It's all of them. But not only them. There's something else there. And you can't figure it out. Apparently, no one can. But yet again, no one is supposed to, except you. So you better do something because I'm not sure how much longer will that mascara last...

In the mood for Victrola

You can call me x,
You can call me y,
You can call me z,
You can come and try.
Come and try!

Life as a bus ride

You come to life pure, untrained, uninformed and unaware of anything around you. What had just happened? What effort was put into your being where you are? Why are you hurting? Why is something wet running down your cheeks, or who is holding you and has something wet running down her cheeks, too? Is that common? Well, slowly you start understanding everything even some things you wouldn't want to... especially if you can't do anything about them.
From the 1st day of life you start gambling, you have a chance of being a part of a good family, a rich one, nice parents or the other way around. Of course this isn't up to anyone, you are given your family randomly. It's like getting on the bus to school at 7 am. They can either be crowded or low-populated. Surely there is a shot that even if the bus is full you get a seat. Even if you aren't all that smart, you may have money and that would give you a free pass to your dream job. It's all about luck. About possibilities. But if our life is really like a bus ride, then who's RATB? Who are the people who drive their own cars? Who are the ones involved in other, more important business? I guess we, the humble people, the RATB riders, will never know. We can't know. We are too little. And we shouldn't be interested. We should just accept the system we live in and make the most of our ride. 'cause you can stand and be happy or you can grab a chair but only because you're old or ill, and unhappy included. Sooner or later, we all get off the bus.

Enjoying the silence

Quiet day...The smell of coffee takes me back to the feel of cold linoleum beneath my toes, my mother at the kitchen counter in her bathrobe and slippers. it takes me to all those late nights in school, to cafe study groups & my younger, more idealistic self. It takes me to that place in Milan, where you told me my smile was like sunshine, where the espresso was as rich and lovely as anything I had ever tasted. That time we played hearts until dawn, the coffee maker casting its warm glow in the dark of our own little kitchen. That time we went to Paris. That time...
It's just me, my thermos and... Eclipse.
But it's still early.

ok...forget heroin. this definitely must outrun it! am terminat new moon :)) si singurul lucru la care ma pot gandi, singurul obiect pe care mi-l doresc aici, cu mine, cat mai repede este Eclipse. I know, I obsess big. But hey...can u blame me on this one?