I have recently found a diary of mine from 2013. I was 15. This is a page from it:
love me so much
that I could compare your love to the immensity of pi.
do not be as heartless as a stone:
spell my name on a sleepy tone,
as if there no end had to be.
There were also some quotes from the songs that I used to listen back then and I guess I just tried to make a connection between them:
and If you love me, I’ll make you a star in my universe and you’ll spend everyday shining your light my way;
and if the world was on fire, no one could save me but you.
and then it would only be you who I would like to run with, to laugh with, to be silent with, to cry with,
it would only be you who I would like to hope with, it would only be you who I would like to forgive with.
I was really trying to rememeber whom I loved so much and who could awake such strong feelings in my heart. But now I understand that this does not matter at all if that person is not in my life now. Do you know what matters? The way he made me feel. The things that I learnt from the experience. The drama. The happiness. Everything.
Teenagers. Teenage love. Is it really so different from the so-called „adult love”? Aren’t adults behaving like children or teenagers when they fall in love? Have you ever seen a man being nervous at the first date? Or a woman? I have surely seen. Love does not have an age. You do love at 3, you do love at 15, you do love at 35 and you do love at 80. The only difference is the approach of it.
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My dearest one,
You always had the courage to step on unknown, wild and illusory realms. They were beyond all appearances. You unconsciously crossed the boundary and you did not even know where you were. But you were quite and you were patient even if what you saw was a world dying. You were shocked and hurt but you kept being tranquil as you knew that there had to be a sunshine to calm the storm. There were forests and buildings burning, there were not oblivions or distances between that realm and other ones, as there were people who had destroyed the borders between my territory and their’s. And my world was on fire. You found me in the middle of it, fighting with those who kept hitting me, as hard as they could. You looked at me struggling and you realized I did not even know what I was doing. Self-defense? Vital?
You looked at those who were sitting in front of me, laughing like wild animals, thinking that they had their justice. They killed everything that was alive in my soul, leaving it homeless. And they were laughing. You could not believe your eyes when you saw that I started to undress and threw my clothes, the white dress and the violet flowers coronet, into the fire. You realized that I had the hope of feeling relieved. You kept analysing, thinking and trying to find a way to get me out of there.
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The Internet is overwhelmed by articles about love, its manifestations, how to find love and other topics. Today, we talk about adolescent love in a comparative variant: how do girls love vs. how do boys love.
At a simple search in the dictionary, the first definition we find is that love involves a feeling of affection for someone or something. Nothing easier. Now, if we give this feeling a sexual aura, we get fixed to the love that interests us, the love of a couple (no matter what sexes this couple implies).
In adolescence, everything that happens to us is a controversy, a reason for revolt or ecstasy. Especially when it comes to girls.
Aww, she smiled, I’m sure I’m gonna marry this year!
Oh, no, I have a pimple in my chin, my boyfriend will not kiss me anymore, and I’ll stay alone all my life!
Typical things about vagina carries at the age at which our hormones make an agonizing boom.
Reffering to boys, I think it’s obvious that adolescence for them is as if somebody gives them superhuman powers, they become dominant and very masculine, they fall in love or secretly conquer a girl.
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Dress how you want to be addressed… or do not do so?
We meet hundreds of people everyday in our lives. We see the old woman with her old bag, we notice the girl wearing her expensive shoes and we also observe the poor homeless at the corner of the street, who wears a lifetime jacket. What do we think about them? „Oh, this woman needs someone to buy her a bag” or „Oh, such nice shoes! I should talk to her, she might be a nice person” or maybe „Oh, this beggar is so dirty, I should totally stay away from him”? Are these our thoughts? I might say, yes, they are. In most of the cases. But we are totally wrong. This planet is totally falling down because of its people and because of their judgements and beliefs.
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“Sex is the consolation you have when you can’t have love.” – Gabriel Garcia Márquez
When was the last time you stopped to actually consider if you know what love is?
We’ve been taught to wish for it, to long for it and wait for it all our lives. We’ve been told that love is the biggest power and the undoing of many great people – it is the sweet fragrant wind that cradles the birds in its warm hands as they reach out towards the clear blue sky, it is the righteous anger of the river bursting its banks with the strength of a furious bull. A world of its own, right and wrong in equal parts, “Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.” (1 Corinthians 13:4-8)
Is it only me, or does that sound really hard to uphold?
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Casablanca in the 40’s was the city of hope and despair, a meeting place for those seeking adventure, for fugitives and for people who risk its life in this deceitful oasis, hoping that a new life awaits them on American land. This is the fascinating background on which an unperishable love story unfolds its last pages and with it one of the greatest stories of the silver screen.
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I believe in words. I believe in their power to change the world. And I also believe in stories and in the fact that they are more than just clusters of words put together by chance. Why did I say all these things? Because we don’t listen anymore and mostly, we don’t talk anymore. When was it the last time that you read a story, how about when you listened a good one?
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Ernest Hemingway once won a bet by crafting a six-word short story that can make people cry. Here it is: “For sale. Baby shoes. Never worn.” Continue reading “A Very Sad Story about Life”
Children are the hands by which we take hold of heaven, they are the buds of life, the living messages we send to times which we are no longer going to see, they are our future.
Children blossom like flowers, but they are not bouquets, but a wonderful apple orchard. And this orchard is ours. And this is orchard should be tenderly cared for; we should make great efforts, and unconditional love is required in order to eat big sweet apples, when harvest time will come.
Before we plant the orchard, we must think once again about what we are going do: are we ready for it? Will we have enough time for gardening? Will there be someone to always give us a helping hand when in need? Because owning an orchard requires a lot of work and care.
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Miss Julie is a drama movie directed by Mike Figgis in 1999, based on the play of the same title – Miss Julie (orig. Fröken Julie) – written in 1888 by August Strindberg, a Swedish poet and playwright.
The action takes place in Sweden, in the 19th century, on the estate of a venerable Count on Midsummer’s Eve. The Count’s daughter – Miss Julie, the valet – Jean and the cook – Kristin are the three main characters around which the action develops. However, the viewers do not get tired with it even for a moment. Both for the remarkable atmosphere of the movie and for the cast, we are gently trapped in this wonderful play.
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