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Bad omen ♥

“Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.”
― Dr. Seuss
Everybody wants to live but nobody asks what’s the point. People just seem to be so narrow-minded no matter how open-minded at some point you’d think they are. Human nature. . . is it human at all? When everybody seems to go by what you don’t kill, kills you, so people just tend to destroy everything so that they won’t be destroyed . . . eventually.
“What you must understand about me is that I’m a deeply unhappy person.”
― John Green, Looking for Alaska
And this is the naked truth in fact. Happiness is not money. What is it then? It’s not love, because that always ends. . .and if doesn’t life screws it anyway when the loved one passes away, leaving you heart-broken . . . eventually. Happiness is just a word. . . that sometimes transforms into an ephemeral bliss that passes by leaving you with a mixture of feeling uneasy and worried, tante. . . as chinese folks would say.
“I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds– but I think of you always in those intervals.”
― Salvador Placentia, The People of Paper

“We all live in a house on fire, no fire department to call; no way out, just the upstairs window to look out of while the fire burns the house down with us trapped, locked in it.”
― Tennessee Williams, The Milk Train Doesn’t Stop Here Anymore
We are trapped in a never ending routine. We wake up. Never wonder why. Never wonder if it’s real or if we are dreaming. We say: <> so we know we are awake. But is pain real? What if it’s the importance of our minds that gives life fuel? That makes pain feel real and bliss abstract? It’s not the words or actions or moments or memories of others, it’s the importance your mind gives, the thoughts you have, the perspective you see things through so that people can see through you.
“Yeah, as long as we know we’re trapped, we still have a chance to escape.”
― Sara Grant, Neva
We find ourselves craving people, moments, foods, emotions. But what is the point of everything? Why are we here? Why are some bad and good? Why is the ugly always evil and the beauty always good? Why is there even ugly or bad? Why are there nicknames like those . . . Why do we bite our nails? Why some don’t? Why do we sleep? Why do we take pills without going to the doctor’s? Why don’t we? Why do we learn to write when we don’t put our feelings out there? Why do we stare at people with desecration? Why do we feel compelled to yell mischievous things at people we may know or may not?
“I don’t know what I am thinking. But I am alone. I am trapped in the net of the room. In the net of humans. I think maybe I am drowning in the net of humans.”
― Karen Hesse, The Music of Dolphins

“The past screams louder than the future. The future is mute, but it’s not deaf.”
― Jarod Kintz, Seriously delirious, but not at all serious
What does it take to make a citizen out of me? of you? To bring humanity back, to smile deep inside, not only in the outside, to be happy, if that isn’t just a word. . .? Why do grades matter more than true knowledge? Why are old people considered weaker? Why do butterflies fly? Why is everything like it is right now? And why in the end everything ends with death? Or why is death considered the end, when maybe life was the end while death was brining something new, like Buddhists say about reincarnation?
“When deep inside you feel frustrated and depressed, scream the silence, scream it so loud that you never hear it again.”
― Tushar Chauhan

Cogito ergo sum ♥

There is a new week on the long run.

A new monday and new beginning.

Motto of this week, that I want you to remember:

You matter. And you are still beautiful.

Merry christmas, Merry chaos, Merry people ♥

Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childhood days, recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth, and transport the traveler back to his own fireside and quiet home!

Charles Dickens

Here comes Christmas one more time
Full of blessings, joy and fun
Bring the presents, time to share
All the kindness and good care.

Cookies, cocktails, gifts and goodies
There is place for all the foodies
Here’s the wine, let’s take a sip
Sing a carol and talk deep.

Feeling naughty? good or bad?
You just have to wait the end
Santa’s list will show your place
So make sure to keep its trace.

Even so, it’s Christmas eve
Don’t you worry about past deeds
Now make sure you’ll do your best
To prevent what’s to repellent.

We, ourselves forget in fact
That traditions are meant to last
We enjoy what we receive
Not knowing that this ain’t cheap.

Money may give what seems best,
But true joy comes from your chest
May your life be full of joy
And your path clear for you to enjoy.


Night [mare] before Christmas ♥


Drawing of a man with a pulled-up collar and pulled-down hat walking alone on a street watched by a group of well-dressed men behind him

Hello hello. Soon to be Christmas, but to me doesn't quite feel like it, am I the only one? 'corse not! :D Never been a fan of holidays anyway, except for Halloween. That is the only exception since I've known myself. Anyway, as to me Halloween si more like daily, rather than just a once time per year holiday, as you may have already guessed, I'm a big horror movies fan. So these days, I was supposed to do so many things for this holidays routine rush, instead I chose to watch a movie.. and guess which one?! Jack the Ripper. No, not the one from 2001, with JD.. the other one, the previous one. Initially, i thought i found the one with Johnny Depp, but when I saw it was another one, well it didn't disturb me much. . . thing is that one consists in two parts, thing i didn't know when i started to watch it. So, even though I was supposed to go somewhere and organised *asithought* my time just in time for the movie and go right after, but when it was supposed to finish well guess what once more?! It said: TO BE CONTINUED. . . So, I just stayed home a little more to see the second part and be late *it's not much like me to not be in time or be late, I'm usually the one who arrives first*. As you may already know, Jack the Ripper was a famous anonymous ♥ serial ♥ killer *and no, I'm not working at the police and I'm not a detective either, I'm just truly obsessed with serial killers, murders, occult things and anything that may seem bizarre*.  Canonically, he is supposed to have mutilated 5 women, why they were still alive *hue hue cruel, right* and watch them die, sadistically. From what I know, 4 aged around 40 and one around 20.
  1.   Buck’s Row, site of the murder of Mary Ann Nichols.
  2.   Two views of the back yard of 29 Hanbury Street in 1967. The lower view, facing the rear of the house, is the location of or close to the location of where Annie Chapman’s body was found.
  3.   Mortuary photograph of Elizabeth Stride. She was 5 feet 2 inches tall, was missing her front upper teeth, and had curly dark brown hair, light grey eyes and a pale complexion.
  4.   Mortuary photograph of Catherine Eddowes after post-mortem stitching.
  5.  Police photograph of the body of Mary Jane Kelly [the younger one] as discovered at 13 Miller’s Court.

Abducted by sadness no infinite. ♥

  • condition of life, in a nutshell of my own: I will hurt you and you will hurt me. That is how it works, they said. -To become spring, you have to consider the risk of winter. To become a presence, you have to accept the absence.- Therefore, i hope that your human body will someday become more than a cell jail and release you. Even so, if I were a tree, I would have absolutely no reason to love a human.

We’re all inside the same team ♥

✒Don’t ever let someone make you feel inferior without your will, in order to be in someone’s life until that momet when everything will transform into a big pack of lies. That’s often their value, not yours. What desperate, pathetic fools we can sometimes be, though. Time after time, “friends” had shown their true colors.. yet, we still want to believe and act like they were sorry for bringing pain. Soo, keep your wits about you and offer yourself a new lease of life!📌

Beautiful things ❤

So many beautiful things that we forget to cherish or search about. Life has more meanings than we allow yet none. We search for the truth but yet always hide it.






Emptiness around us ♥

“Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.”

― Maya Angelou


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#2 quote

Faith itself is a horrible mechanism that stunts the growth of ideas. It also stunts the act of questioning, and it does this by pushing the idea that you have to have faith – and that nothing has to be proven.
– Joe Rogan





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We live in cities you’ll never see on screens ♥

“Never regret yesterday. Life is in you today, and you make your tomorrow.”

– L. Ron Hubbard


16 december ♥

Beethoven’s birthplace
at Bonngasse 20,
now the Beethoven House museum


Ludwig van Beethoven baptised 17 December 1770 – 26 March 1827) was a German composer. A crucial figure in the transition between the Classical and Romantic eras in Western art music, he remains one of the most famous and influential of all composers. His best-known compositions include 9 symphonies, 5 piano concertos, 1 violin concerto, 32 piano sonatas, 16 string quartets, his great Mass the Missa solemnis and anopera, Fidelio. Born in Bonn, then the capital of the Electorate of Cologne and part of the Holy Roman Empire, Beethoven displayed his musical talents at an early age and was taught by his father Johann van Beethoven and by composer and conductor Christian Gottlob Neefe.


German stamp
on the occasion of the opening of
the Beethovenhalle in Bonn, 1959


At the age of 21 he moved to Vienna, where he began studying composition with Joseph Haydn, and gained a reputation as a virtuoso pianist. He lived in Vienna until his death. By his 30s his hearing began to deteriorate, and by the last decade of his life he was almost totally deaf. In 1811 he gave up conducting and performing in public but continued to compose; many of his most admired works come from these last 15 years of his life.


Beethoven’s grave site
Vienna Zentralfriedhof


A joke to start with for the next week ❤



Late happy thanksgiving sugars! ❤


I hope you all had a lovely dinner, a lovely day with your loved ones, a delicious meal like the one up here 😈⬆⬆😂 and well. . . .winter holiday on them way, you ready to give and get? you know what they say. . . You get what you give, but what s to be done when you got no money huh?

Nihil bene vidi. ♥

Nothing good I saw.
We were born sick. Malum in se.

Why do we even live on this planet?

How many have ever truly wondered that?

How mant of us have ever truly wondered anything?

vanitas vanitatum omnia vanitas

vanity of vanities, everything is vanity.

~from the Bible (Ecclesiastes 1)

Nosce te ipsum, sit vis tecum. ♥

Nosce te ipsum

It’s always the same thing, no matter how you take it or leave it. If you are beautiful, door will suddenly open, if you are not though, nobody cares. We can’t choose our looks, our appearance. We can indeed choose our style, our BEHAVIOUR, our WAY OF THINKING, our FRIENDS, we can’t choose our family or our shoe size, our body shape, but we can still be fit, or try to modelate it a little bit. That is how it goes with our twisted minds too,  as far as i think, at least. Only we can choose if we will be somebody fake, somebody good, somebody selfish or somebody new. There is always room for a change. We just have to embrace it. Why appreciate something that doesn’t depend on us? if you, anyway, choose to appreciate something like that, why not appreciate nature? She gives so much, more than anyone else could, but still, we keep on ignoring it like it wouldn’t even mind. We destroy it in order to create furniture, clothes and other ephemeral things that in the end stay in our way to happiness. We aren’t even materialistic on this one. If we were, at least we appreciated for real those things we have, but we just destroy our enchantedvsurrounding for. . . For what? life is more than beauty and wealth. It is about the beauty of our soul, the peace of our mind, the wealth of our knowledge and the effort and passion we put in everyday moments. Sit vis tecum.

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