There's a hundred-thousand streets in this city. You don't need to know the route. You give me a time and a place, I give you a five minute window. Anything happens in that five minutes and I'm yours. No matter what. Anything happens a minute either side of that and you're on your own. Do you understand?
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Drive
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Tuesday, March 06, 2012
Letter to his daughter
For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.
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Monday, March 05, 2012
I see you building the castle with one hand while tearing down another with the other
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Friday, March 02, 2012
Thursday, March 01, 2012
Declaratia zilei
declaratia zilei: "imi place de tine, nu vreau sa mori"
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Thursday, February 02, 2012
A Long Walk To Forever
"Because I love you," he said. "Now can we take a walk?" he said. "One foot in front of the other--through leaves, over bridges..."
Catharine was angry and rattled, close to tears.
"Newt," she said, "this is absolutely crazy."
"How so?" said Newt.
"What a crazy time to tell me you love me," she said.
here
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Friday, January 27, 2012
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference
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Thursday, April 21, 2011
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Now! K?
On repeat lately
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Monday, January 03, 2011
2010
am reusit sa-mi pastrez un echilibru ok intre conversi si high heel shoez, so that's one thing.
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Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Thursday, September 02, 2010
Alt fel de retete
sa avem o casuta mica la tara, sa o umplem cu cutii de lemn, sticlute vechi, stropitori de tabla, ceaune, damigene cu vin, cosuri cu pere pistruiate, oale de lut cu sarmale, linguri de lemn, fete de masa din panza rugoasa, ceainice parfumate, saculeti cu mirodenii.
in curte trebuie sa avem ratuste si curcani, pui de gaina si iepuri, doi porci care mananca ghinda. tot acolo cresc tufe de rozmarin, cimbru, busuioc, menta, coriandru, trandafiri pentru dulceata
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