Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

I have possessed that heart, that noble soul, in whose presence I seemed to be more than I really was, because I was all that I could be. 

Philip Pullman

     Sometimes we don't do what we must because what we mustn't seems more dangerous and we do not want to show we're scared, so we act reckless just because wrong things are dangerous. We are more worried about not showing our fears than acting wisely.
 ~Will Parry
  His Dark Materials pt. III

Freedom

I don't know you , but I feel like this is one of the big and important truths of the world. But... Do you REALLY KNOW what are your ACTUAL fears? You can't be free if something that first of all, you don't know what is it. 

Let's say you are scared of talking in public. The question is, why are you scared of it? What is the actual reason that you are scared of it? 

The only way to get free of that fear is to confront it. But in this case, talking in public won't be useful if you don't know why are you scared of it; and you'll keep being scared.

So before trying to get free, you have to know what is holding you up.

;)

Heartbreaking Post

Sorry I'm not sorry.

29 days!!

TWENTY NINE DAYS TO GO HOME

I 'M SO HAPPY

...

PLEASE, COMMENT SOMETHING

YOU'RE 700+ PEOPLE AND THERE IS NOT A SINGLE COMMENT

A question

If someone:

-has stories with you

-respects you

-outweirds you

-understands the way you think

-thinks at the same speed the same things (and sometimes says them)

-knows you well

-trusts you

- understands and laughs with you of your jokes

-finds your dumb jokes funny

-finds you weird but is ok with it

-has the same ideals and values

-encourages your weirdest dreams and objectives

Why lose that person?

Betty Botter's Better Batter

I remember trying to read this out loud last year at school :')

Betty Botter's Better Batter

Betty Botter had some butter,

"But," she said, "this butter's bitter.

If I bake this bitter butter,

It would make my batter bitter.

But a bit of better butter,

That would make my batter better."

So she bought a bit of butter –

Better than her bitter butter –

And she baked it in her batter;

And the batter was not bitter.

So 'twas better Betty Botter

Bought a bit of better butter.

How...?

     I can't understand how I've done to discuss with my mom, if she told me something it was because she wants me to be happy, and she didn't deserve me to answer her like that. 10 days ago, my mom arrived to see me and she left yesterday, yet it feels like it was yesterday that she arrived and it was an eternity that she left. I miss her, and I hate not being able to be with her and to hug her. Once she told me that her mother felt really sad when her grandmother died. My grandma felt like there was nothing left to her in the world and my mom felt sad because her mom was sad. I now understand how my grandma felt then. Not because my mom is dead (she's alive) but because I now know how it is not being able to be with her and talk to her. Basically not to have her next to me.

Long Long Journey

City lights shine on the harbour,
night has fallen down,
through the darkness and the shadow
I will still go on.

Long, long journey through the darkness,
long, long way to go;
but what are miles across the ocean
to the heart that's coming home?

Where the road runs through the valley,
where the river flows,
I will follow every highway to the place I know.

Long, long journey through the darkness,
long, long way to go;
but what are miles across the ocean
to the heart that's coming home?

Long, long journey out of nowhere,
long, long way to go;
but what are sighs and what is sadness
to the heart that's coming home?

     - Enya [Amarantine]

Being lonely

Being alone doesn't mean being lonely, but being lonely doesn't mean being alone.

So when you feel lonely, just look around. There will always be someone there for you. 

Family

     A leaf falls across the window... and another... and another. The village around the house is quiet, not a sound to be heard, not a single person to be seen, and all I could do is watch out. Watch out and think. It has been a year since I left home for school and it has passed fast with only some weeks left, though it seems like an eternity. And I am still here with no exit due to the school with nothing to do but look outside. Nothing to do but think on the family I left behind. They have visited me. They came here, but now they've left. And I felt empty. Lonely. And I am not alone. I am in a great family. I guess you understand it when you stop seeing someone for a long time, and when you see them again, it is for a short amount of time. You're with them and you try, you try to pass every single second with them. But time passes fast and then they have to leave. And even though you know you'll see them again, and this period of time is shorter than the first one it seems an eternity longer.

     This is something I'd do again, but it seems so hard to finish things when they're like this. When you have no one with you but they're all around you. When you can't talk to anyone because you don't know how to say it but you know they might understand... that's the hardest part of all.

    No. The hardest part of life is life itself. Something so precious and complicated, yet we only appreciate it when we lose it. Or when we feel like we've lost it. Why are things like that? Because when you recuperate them, you take care of them like you didn't before. Only this time is forever.

Why...?

I don't understand why people say "when I see you again, I'll cry." There's no need to cry at all. You can laugh, for example. And when you say goodbye, remember that it is not always forever.

Just sayin'...

Kate Greenaway

Living in that childish wonder is a most beautiful feeling - I can so well remember it. There was always something more - behind and beyond everything - to me, the golden spectacles were very, very big. 

I Want Tomorrow

Dawn breaks; there is blue in the sky.
Your face before me
Though I don't know why
Thoughts disappearing like tears
From the moon

They came before me
Those men from the sun
Signs from the heavens say
I am the one

Now you're here, I can see your light
That light that I must follow
You, you may take my life away,
so far away.
Now I know I must leave your spell

I want tomorrow.

Now you're here, I can see your light
That light that I must follow
You, you may take my life away,
so far away.
Now I know I must leave your spell

I want tomorrow.

Let It Go

Last Time by Moonlight

     When I heard that- thing running towards me, I began to run. It began to bark and growl menacingly. It's then when I knew it was a wolf, and it was angry. I tripped off with a branch and turned around to see it. White, gray and huge, it jumped into me. All I could do was cover my face with my arms, and my hood fell. I didn't care as long as I stayed alive. Then it froze, and I was able to see those green- blue eyes that once belonged to her... The wolf let me get up and sat down. My eyes got full of tears as I patted its head, finally passing to hug her. Her pack arrived, and after one of them standing up and putting its large paws on my shoulders, then leaving, she started howling. I understood it was because she was sad that left me and she missed me and because she was happy that I could see her again.

"Freastal linn eile." Her eyes shined. "So, are you resting like this for the rest of your days or what?"

     I noticed we were in a rock circle. THE rock circle. As soon as she entered, moonlight hit her, snow all around falls, and she returned to human form. As the moon came out completely a voice said "One night... you have one night..." and then it faded. I watched down. She was lying on the floor and wearing different clothes to those she had on when I lost her once. This time I knew I'd lose her for sure, but the last time I had had the hope that she would change her mind, that's why it had hurt so much. Under this light source she began to stir, and I quickly helped her get up. Her clothes, though simple, made her look beautiful. She had a leather bracelet braided with green and blue strings ending in a circle-shaped golden pendant with a carved wolf paw. Her swater was light blue mathching her jeans and brown boots.

     We went for a stroll, leaving our prints in the snow. Everything was silent, and then I saw a snowflake falling. I caught it, and as it melted in my hand, we saw how it shined a bit. We continued walking, night passing slowly. We found ourselves in a tree circle. I stared her directly and approached to her. She stood there, and put her hands in my shoulders. I hugged her, but in that moment, dawn began breaking. I had enjoyed being with her, but I had the funny feeling that I wasn't going to see her anymore. The sun bathed us with light, and as she began to return to her wolf form I began to feel dizzy. the last thing I could remember was saying
"I..."

Then everything became black and I fell asleep. When I got up, I wasn't anymore at the forest. I was before a huge manor, carved deer were standing by the door. I knocked the door softly, but it opened by itself. I was in a large hall, where a single table was standing before a staircase. It had a statue all over it. A rock with a lizard and a tree raising, a bird posed on one of the "dried" branches. As I touched the table, a bear appeared. A voice said behind me

"We were waiting for you. Welcome home."
     

Oh those puns...

To Go Beyond

      Stars weren't visible anymore after we'd entered the forest, though it was midnight. The canopy was thick and didn't let any light pass down. I barked an order to stop and be quiet. The pack obeyed. I knew I had heard something, but coldn't locate it. I come to a halt. Its smell is somewhat known to me. When I react, it's too... late? soon? It has been 10 years since we last met, in that windy night when my life changed, in the last day of -as it's called where we live- Na Laetha Geal M'Óige, "the bright days of my youth". It's still my youth, however, it only changed that it isn't bright anymore. Since I left to live with the wolves. They are my family, but he's kind of my family too. I miss him. It was especially the first year when it was the most noticeable, but what could I do? I'm a wolf, after all... family is my life.

     My best friend Seac told me to go beyond, this is, to continue my life. Of course not to forget him, she knows I can't, and I wouldn't if I could. I went directly to the shadow, barking furiously for not having shown before. It started running, with me chasing it. All the pack rested behind. When I began to approach, it tripped off with a branch and fell down, and I caught up. It was a guy, about two years older than me if I was human, he has a hood. Now I'm satnding on him, and as he tries to protect his face from my teeth with his arms, the hood slides down... and I freeze. I can't believe it's actually HIM. I stop my growling, maybe too soon for him but happiness flowing through me. I wonder wether he has forgotten my aspect. But, as my defense, there aren't any other white wolves with gray paws, a lighter shade of gray in the chest and blue eyes. How come he forgot me? Have I changed that much? Finally, he does, and a smile crosses his face.

     I leave him stand up, and he pats my head, passing afterwards to hug me. I just lay my head on his shoulder, not being able to do something else. He finally lets me go, and I sit down, looking up right into his eyes. Right then, the pack arrives, and Crann stands up, putting his paws in the shoulders.

     His eyes shine with happines tears. I tell the pack to have a deer, and to ignore anything that I do for I'll catch them up later; when they go I start howling all my feelings. My happiness for finding him, my sadness when I left him. I know he understands why Ieft him, and it wasn't easy neither for him to let me go, nor for me to leave him.

I'm laughing way too hard

Laugh a bit pt. I

- EYELASHES YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO PREVENT STUFF FROM FALLING IN MY EYE BUT WHEN YOU FALL IN MY EYE WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO. YOU WERE MY LAST LINE OF DEFENSE AND YOU BETRAYED ME.
- How eyeronic.
- Get off my post.
-You dont have to lash out.

                                                                                                                                                                 

A bycicle can't stand on its own. It's two tired.

                                                                                                                                                                  

- My obsession with Harry Potter has gotten a bit... ridikkulus. 
- It is a sirius problem.
- There's nothing ron with that.
- Keep up with this puns and you might be muggled.
- Too bad cos we are neville gonna stop.

Written Wolf

     I finally set down my pen. Night had arrived long ago. So concentrated I was writing that I forgot to turn on the light, but when I read it, I knew it was perfect. I rolled the parchment and put it in my bag, the quill and the ink were put in the bag too. I prepared my clothes and descended to eat something. When I returned to my room, I fell fast asleep. The next day, I saw with horror I had woken up late. I dressed up quickly and paid. As I went out I put on my cloak and mounted. I hurried my horse and soon found myself galloping towards the ruins...

   "I'm sorry I was this late but-"
   "Did you bring it?"
   "Y-yes" I descended from my horse, which simply stood there, eating grass lazily.
   "Come here"
 
   I wasn't anymore sure I wanted to do this, but approached however. He was annoyingly tall and thin, though very strong. When I entered the rock circle, I saw everything had been disposed. The fur, the fang...
I placed the ink and another roll of parchment around to complete the circle, and couldn't help noticing that he stood cautiously far from it. I wondered wether it was dangerous.

   "Are you ready?" He sounded as though he wanted to finish it fast, but I didn't blame him. Just then, he said what I was expecting him to say for the last time, though I'd liked that he respected my decision.

   "Don't do it!"
   I slowly turned around and looked at him to the eyes. A tear crossing my face, I answered him blankly.

   "Yes, I will." Now it was his turn to cry. "It's not a goodbye!" But he didn't seem to care.
   "I don't care! I- I thought I my opinion counted as well!"
   "Well, it does, but I made my mind already"

   Just then, about a dozen wolves came out of the surrounding woods. They began to howl loudly, as if they were impatient. He hugged me with more strength that I was expecting, but returned the hug. Wipping off a tear, I turned myself as he cried, accepting what was going to happen and knowing I wouldn't change my mind.

  "Do it."

   The wolves began to howl even louder. He began to read the parchment I'd written the night before. The fang, the fur, the parchment and the ink began to shine, and the last thing I saw was him nodding, tears crossing his face as he finished reading. Then everything became black. When I woke up, he was by my side with the mouth open in surprise. I couldn't believe it, I'd done it. I sat and stared down at myself. I was now white and gray. I laughed, but all that came out was a bark. I stood up, wagging my new tail. I put my huge paw on his knee, and went to the forest, where my ancient family lived. I was returning home, after all this time...

I Could Say That A Lot...

I made this out of a picture I saw... I thought it is cute :3