I have to believe in love. If it's not love, then what is left to hope for? I have to believe that love can save us. An ideal future would be a moment when the whole world has an epiphany and realize that we should all accept each other, respect each other and love instead of fight. I know this is not realistic, but on a much smaller scale, love can still save lives.
If there's one thing worth living, for me, it's this.
Love in all its beautiful forms: romantic love, amicable love, familial love (and love for animals too?)...

"This is the paradox death imposes upon us: it grants us the possibility of a meaningful life even as it takes it away. It gives us the promise of each moment, even as it threatens to steal that moment, or at least reminds us that some time our moments will be gone. It allows each moment to insist upon itself, because there are only a limited number of them. And none of us knows how many."
(if you want to read the whole text: http://happydays.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/11/02/happy-ending)

Behind the cut are an awful lot of icons (49) that I made of the band Placebo. Only for the diehards.
+WARNING: suggestive *slash*.
Took me ages to get the icon table right >_<
( I will brush off all the dirt,, pretend it didn't hurt. )

I'm watching 'Good Will Hunting', because a friend of mine kept telling me it's the best film ever. I'm only halfway, but this conversation in it really stood out to me:

Sean (Robin Williams): So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I'll bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. If I ask you about women, you'd probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. And I'd ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, "once more unto the breach dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I'd ask you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, 'cause it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. And look at you... I don't see an intelligent, confident man... I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you're a genius Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my fucking life apart. You're an orphan right?
[Will nods]
Sean: You think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally... I don't give a shit about all that, because you know what, I can't learn anything from you, I can't read in some fuckin' book. Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't want to do that do you sport? You're terrified of what you might say.

I am the moon, you are the sun
We only meet when day is done
We’ve got so little time to spend
So I have to tell you now, before it ends

You surprised me, with your warming smile
You broke the ice around my heart
And I understand there’s little hope for us
(‘cause we’re about to be pulled apart)
But I just thought you should know
I’ve always got your back
You’ll never have to be alone

I’m used to the darkness
‘cause I’ve been there for so long
But ever since I saw your light
I’ve been longing for some more
Don’t worry, I’m not asking you for anything
I just wanted you to know

I hope one day you’ll find another sun
So you can shine together
And don’t worry about me
I’ve still got enough of the light you (so generously) gave me
To light up a whole sky

Life is fast.
But sometimes,
everything seems to move in slow motion.
Today is one of those days.
And you are the reason why.

Isn't it strange how people suddenly seem to be more loved when they're gone?
How video's suddenly appear more impressive when they're played in slow motion?
Although some look worse.
But you, you were always at your best.
And now, you're gone.

I will miss you.
Not because you were so prominently present.
But because you are so prominently absent.
We will miss you.

R.I.P. Martin Bril

Wednesday and Thursday were spent mostly outside in the sun, studying and taking pictures of my cat (he's a great model).


( for blue skies )

the part from 02:42 is awesome!

I can never stay focused on things that ought to be done (studying),
so today when I got distracted by things happening outside of our house, I decided to write everything down,
like some sort of 'soap'.

Warning: this is extremely boring! I only wrote it because i'm pathetic like that and have no life.
Warning 2: Although I focus on British English, I sometimes mix up British, American and my own made-up sentence constructions and words. You may always correct me though, I love to learn!

( Neighbours RealLife: the soap! )