Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Talk to me about sadness. I talk about it too much in my own head but I never mind others talking about it either; I occasionally feel like I tremendously need others to talk about it as well.

Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait In Letters (via violentwavesofemotion)


(via waterandgum)

At fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon. F.Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (1920)
Tuesday, July 17, 2012


Most days i don’t think about it.

As time flows we float through the minutes of each passing year, one heart beating within. The same heart that once felt so content with it’s decisions when the untimely events unfolded beats. That was the time that inevitably changed two lives forever.

The same heart, pumping the same blood, through the same translucent veins, within that same body, glides by my presence; which coincidentally keeps prisoner the past it once belonged to. The owner of the body swiftly avoids extensive eye contact. This passive action does not match the memories I posses of the familiar face. The behavior is unrecognizable to the heart.

Days like these my mind thinks, it races. My mind breaks from it’s usual limbo, over flowing with thoughts, memories, moments, words exchanged, and sensations felt. Powerful thoughts like these can not be silenced or suffocated from haunting every crevice of ones mind. An overwhelming feeling of despair settles in the pit of my stomach. I realize that these two beating hearts housed within their owners passing bodies are in fact, not the same ones that once lived together in harmony. They are not the same hearts at all. They are the beating corpse of the emotions once housed within them. They are physical reminders of what was, and what could have been. In this moment the hearts are empty of love, the vessels which carry the fragile heart are set on embarking different paths. It’s hard to tell how the souls had drifted so far from where they once belonged. It’s hard to tell if the road being followed is truly a better one.

Only time will tell, but by then the two hearts will have drifted too far in the deep complicated abyss of life.

Tuesday, June 5, 2012 Saturday, April 7, 2012 Friday, March 30, 2012
bilo kao san ona lepa a ja mlad. sve me podsjeca na nas, one oci Beograd ..a u meni ona zivi http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1zMxlGjXtUc&feature=related
Thursday, March 29, 2012
through i walk i used to fly and now we dance.
because we cannot touch it, the sky retains its beauty. 

through i walk i used to fly and now we dance.

because we cannot touch it, the sky retains its beauty. 

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