Samstag, 11. Juni 2011
Helena Bonham Carter
"Sometimes I get it right, sometimes I get it wrong. But fashion is all about having fun. I think fashion has been hijacked by the fashion industry creating rules on what one should wear and I feel like breaking the mold and seeing that the world won’t crumble."
Freitag, 10. Juni 2011
Bloody obli obla dah glug down liquor
Mein natürliches, normalerweise ziemlich ausgeprägtes Mitteilungsbedürfnis liegt derzeit mehr oder weniger brach. Zumindest für meine Verhältnisse.
Ich muss nur sagen, dass ich heute Abend endlich mal wieder in den wunderbaren Genuss von Alkohol en masse kommen werde! Das stimmt mein Gemüt einfach so positiv!
Ha ha ha ha!
:-) xoxo, Gossip Girl... oder so ähnlich.
Ich muss nur sagen, dass ich heute Abend endlich mal wieder in den wunderbaren Genuss von Alkohol en masse kommen werde! Das stimmt mein Gemüt einfach so positiv!
Ha ha ha ha!
:-) xoxo, Gossip Girl... oder so ähnlich.
Montag, 6. Juni 2011
Sonntag, 5. Juni 2011
Das wusste vielleicht noch keiner.
Das wusste vielleicht noch keiner, aber ich blogge Photos nach Gemütslage.
Das ist schwierig, nicht immer zwar, aber eben auch Spiegel.
Spiegel, Spiegel, Spiegel.
via coutequecoute.blogspot.com
Donnerstag, 2. Juni 2011
Music
Music was my first love
and it will be my last.
Music of the future
and music of the past.
and it will be my last.
Music of the future
and music of the past.
To live without my music
would be impossible to do.
In this world of troubles,
my music pulls me through.
would be impossible to do.
In this world of troubles,
my music pulls me through.
John Miles.
Moody Blues - Question
Why do we never get an answer
When we're knocking at the door?
With a thousand million questions
About hate and death and war.
It's where we stop and look around us
There is nothing that we need.
In a world of persecution
That is burning in it's greed.
Why do we never get an answer
When we're knocking at the door?
Because the truth is hard to swallow
That's what the wall of love is for.
It's not the way that you say it
When you do those things to me.
It's more the way that you mean it
When you tell me what will be.
And when you stop and think about it
You won't believe it's true.
That all the love you've been giving
Has all been meant for you.
I'm looking for someone to change my life.
I'm looking for a miracle in my life.
And if you could see what it's done to me
To lose the the love I knew
Could safely lead me through.
Between the silence of the mountains
And the crashing of the sea
There lies a land I once lived in
And she's waiting there for me.
But in the grey of the morning
My mind becomes confused
Between the dead and the sleeping
And the road that I must choose.
I'm looking for someone to change my life.
I'm looking for a miracle in my life.
And if you could see what it's done to me
To lose the the love I knew
Could safely lead me to
The land that I once knew.
To learn as we grow old
The secrets of our souls.
It's not the way that you say it
When you do those things to me.
It's more the way you really mean it
When you tell me what will be.
Why do we never get an answer
When we're knocking at the door?
With a thousand million questions
About hate and death and war.
It's where we stop and look around us
There is nothing that we need.
In a world of persecution
That is burning in it's greed.
Why do we never get an answer
When we're knocking at the door?
When we're knocking at the door?
With a thousand million questions
About hate and death and war.
It's where we stop and look around us
There is nothing that we need.
In a world of persecution
That is burning in it's greed.
Why do we never get an answer
When we're knocking at the door?
Because the truth is hard to swallow
That's what the wall of love is for.
It's not the way that you say it
When you do those things to me.
It's more the way that you mean it
When you tell me what will be.
And when you stop and think about it
You won't believe it's true.
That all the love you've been giving
Has all been meant for you.
I'm looking for someone to change my life.
I'm looking for a miracle in my life.
And if you could see what it's done to me
To lose the the love I knew
Could safely lead me through.
Between the silence of the mountains
And the crashing of the sea
There lies a land I once lived in
And she's waiting there for me.
But in the grey of the morning
My mind becomes confused
Between the dead and the sleeping
And the road that I must choose.
I'm looking for someone to change my life.
I'm looking for a miracle in my life.
And if you could see what it's done to me
To lose the the love I knew
Could safely lead me to
The land that I once knew.
To learn as we grow old
The secrets of our souls.
It's not the way that you say it
When you do those things to me.
It's more the way you really mean it
When you tell me what will be.
Why do we never get an answer
When we're knocking at the door?
With a thousand million questions
About hate and death and war.
It's where we stop and look around us
There is nothing that we need.
In a world of persecution
That is burning in it's greed.
Why do we never get an answer
When we're knocking at the door?
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