broken heart

switched blogs.

Fri, 24 May 2013 19:42:48 +0100

as I do not want to impose on anyone, ask if you want to know where.

and then, you forgot.

Fri, 03 May 2013 22:50:00 +0100

I decided to switch blogs at last. I am kinda sad doing this, because I really like this blog - that’s why I won’t delete it - at least for now - ‘cause maybe I’ll be back to it one day after all.

For now, I feel overwhelmed by it somehow, and by people who are following me - in a way. It feels like ~~they~~ you do it out of obligation or so. I know that it is not the truth, not all the truth, but still I cannot stop this feeling. You would never believe me how many people are following me, if I’d tell you.

I’d like to thank everyone who still remembers me from my other blog, people whom I’d like to call my tumblr friends and I’d like to thank people who remember me at all. Becuase I’m invisible on my own blog, and that is not something that I want.

I’m not pitying myself here, that’s not what this is about. I know that people don’t get any answers to they posts or so as well, that’s okay, that’s just how it is. But when you feel lonely on your own blog, with people on your dahsboard that once talked to you a lot, that is something different for me. I hope that you do not feel that you have to follow me because we were once close. If you don’t want to be close anymore I don’t want you to feel bad for unfollowing me.

I won’t feel very bad if you won’t follow me on my new blog - and you’re following me now. Also if you won’t follow me didn’t mean I will not follow you. Me following others never depended on if someone is following me back.

I would be really glad if you will follow me only because you want to, and you enjoy what I do with my blog.

That’s why I’ll keep low profile for a while on tumblr. We will see how it goes.

As I said earlier, I’m really fond of this blog and maybe someday I’ll be back to it, who knows. I also see it as a good source to reblog from, because - and I hold great pride in it - I kept it very neat and organised.

If you want to know where I am now, ask me.

Thank you for being here with me y’all.

aseaofquotes: Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

Fri, 03 May 2013 22:47:04 +0100

aseaofquotes:

Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

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Fri, 03 May 2013 22:39:05 +0100

(over our heads the gray light unwind in turning fans; I...

Fri, 03 May 2013 22:34:58 +0100

(over our heads the gray light unwind in turning fans; I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.)

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Fri, 03 May 2013 22:34:18 +0100

I’m going to pop in tomorrow and do my best ‘Columbo’...

Fri, 03 May 2013 22:33:17 +0100

I’m going to pop in tomorrow and do my best ‘Columbo’ impression! He was a—nevermind.

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Fri, 03 May 2013 21:57:15 +0100

in the dark he did not need a name, so it was easy to...

Fri, 03 May 2013 21:52:27 +0100

in the dark he did not need a name, so it was easy to forget..

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Fri, 03 May 2013 21:46:38 +0100

One day we’ll reveal the truth, that one will die before he...

Fri, 03 May 2013 21:41:18 +0100

One day we’ll reveal the truth,
that one will die before he gets there.

And if you’re still bleeding, you’re the lucky ones,
cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone.

"When the whole world is running towards a cliff, he who is running in the opposite direction appears..."

Fri, 03 May 2013 17:21:45 +0100

“When the whole world is running towards a cliff, he who is running in the opposite direction appears to have lost his mind.”

- C. S. Lewis (via hellanne)

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Fri, 03 May 2013 17:21:09 +0100

"Making love was never about you and me in a bed. We made love whenever we held hands."

Fri, 03 May 2013 17:11:49 +0100

“Making love was never about you and me in a bed. We made love whenever we held hands.”

- Ian Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via bloodymary-queen)

thekhooll: 100 Abandoned Houses A photography series of 100...

Fri, 03 May 2013 17:08:21 +0100

thekhooll:

100 Abandoned Houses

A photography series of 100 abandoned houses in Detroit, Michigan by Kevin Bauman

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Fri, 03 May 2013 17:07:01 +0100

frozen pond | japan ~ kent shiraishi photograph

Fri, 03 May 2013 17:06:27 +0100

frozen pond | japan ~ kent shiraishi photograph

I saw the birth of universe and I watched as time run out,...

Fri, 03 May 2013 17:05:43 +0100

I saw the birth of universe and I watched as time run out, moment by moment, until nothing remained.

"Do I mean to say he did not love her? Not at all. He loved her; in some ways he was devoted to her...."

Fri, 03 May 2013 17:04:06 +0100

“Do I mean to say he did not love her? Not at all. He loved her; in some ways he was devoted to her. But he could not reach her, and it was the same on her side. It was as if they had drunk some fatal potion that would keep them forever apart, even though they lived in the same house, ate at the same table, slept in the same bed. What would that be like- to long, to yearn for one who is right there before your eyes, day in and day out? I will never know.”

- The Blind Assasin, Margaret Atwood (via aemons)

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