It seems like talking
has set of some unexpected
chain reaction.
It’s all coming out now,
in bits and pieces.
My soul exposed.
Every day
a new and painful epiphany.
But despite the breakdowns
and the tears,
I’m actually improving.
I recover faster every time
and I feel stronger every time.
I feel infinitely small
but unbelievably strong
at the same time.
I see myself clearer every day.
Even though it’s not easy,
I know this is just the healing process,
way overdue,
but finally here.
I’m ready.
And I’m getting better every day.
Courage.
Strength.
Patience.
Faith.
I’m okay
and I’m gonna be great some day.
All I need is time.

Stond bij "gerelateerde video’s" bij het vorige filmpje. Uit nieuwsgierigheid even beluisterd. En ik moet zeggen dat ik enorm onder de indruk ben van haar stem!

Every time you walk away or run away
You take a piece of me with you there
Every time you walk away or run away
You take a piece of me with you there

Oh it seems like I’m walking right to your door
With my heart still resting, looking for something more
Are you ever going to see everything you mean to me?
I’m trying very hard to believe

Every time you walk away or run away
You take a piece of me with you there
Every time you walk away or run away
You take a piece of me with you there
Every time you walk away or run away
You take a piece of me with you there

Nothing feels right when I’m left here on my own
Left last night
It seemed like I waited too long
Are you ever going to see everything you mean to me?
I’m trying very hard to believe

Every time you walk away or run away
You take a piece of me with you there
Every time you walk away or run away
You take a piece of me with you there

Come back to me
You smile and you make my life complete

Every time you walk away or run away
You take a piece of me with you there
Every time you walk away or run away
You take a piece of me with you there
Every time you walk away or run away
You take a piece of me with you there
Every time you walk away or run away
You take a piece of me with you there
Every time you walk away or run away
You take a piece of me with you there
Every time you walk away or run away
You take a piece of me with you there

xxx

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Life usedto be so easy when you were little.
I miss those days.
When everyone still loved everyone
and nobodydied.
And pain was only physical
and neverlasted long.
And you still believed They would
always loveyou
and takecare of you
and protectyou
and be goodto you
and thatThey could do nothing wrong.
Wheneverything was still possible
andimagination was infinite
and youdidnx92t have to think about
what to sayor not to say.
When no one had ever really hurt you
and youstill believed
thateverything was good and beautiful.
And trust was something
you didnx92thave to think about.
And younever had to worry about tomorrow
or aboutwhat you did or didnx92t do
or say.
When youwere always happy
and yourentire face lit up
every timeyou smiled
becauseyour smiles were always sincere.
When itdidnx92t matter
whether youcould sing or not,
x91cause singyou would,
loudly,
and alwayslaughing.
And playing with leaves in the fall
and in thesnow in the winter
and pickingflowers in the spring
andswimming in the summer.
And believing in magic
and talkingdogs on TV
and swings
and teddybears
and drawing
and fingerpaint and play-doh
and bedtimestories.

Life usedto be so easy when you were youngx85

xxx

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Ik heb in gedachten
al honderd keer
hetzelfde gesprek met mezelf gevoerd.
Dezelfde gedachten
blijven steeds maar door mijn hoofd malen.
Ik kan er niet van slapen.
Ik lig wakker,
peinzend,
op mijn lip bijtend.
Ik voel me zo verward x96
ik weet precies wat ik wil,
maar het maakt me ook bang.
Loslaten heeft me nooit echt zo veel moeite gekost;
omdat ik me nooit echt
te sterk aan iemand hechtte.
Ik ben een expert
in het optrekken van muren
en vind altijd wel een manier
om mensen weg te duwen.
Jij vormt daarop geen uitzondering.
Ik voel hoe ik je wegduw,
je buitensluit, nu alles anders is,
en ik haat mezelf erom.
Al merk ik dat jij hetzelfde doet.
En toch raak je me veel te diep.
Dwars door de muren heen,
alsof ze er niet eens zijn.
Ik zou je niet kunnen loslaten,
ik kan het idee zelfs niet verdragen.
Niet omdat je me zou overtuigen
om te blijven,
niet omwille van je woorden
of om hoe je me aankijkt
of aanraakt.
Maar gewoon
omdat ik je veel te snel mis
en het idee niet kan verdragen
je te moeten zeggen
dat x91onsx92 gewoon niet lukt.
En dat schrikt me meer af
dan ik kan zeggenx85
Dat ik je eigenlijk gewoon nodig heb,
hoe moeilijk dit ook isx85

Deze is al half jaar oud, om bepaalde redenen niet meteen gepost. Uiteindelijk heeft hij het mij heel makkelijk gemaakt om hem toch los te laten. En nee, ‘t is nooit echt een relatie geweest, meer zo’n ongedefinxeberd "iets". Anyway, bij deze, beter laat dan nooit, toch gepost.

xxx

Niet te geloven dat ik deze nog nooit gepost heb.

Dasboard Confessional – The Swiss Army Romance

Sleep with all the lights on
You’re not so happy, you’re not secure
And you’re dying to look cute in your blue jeans
But you’re plastic just like everyone
Just like everyone
And that face you paint is pressed
Impressing most of us as permanent
And I’d like to see you undone
College night will draw the crowds
Dorms unload and you’re heading out
Here is your moment to shine

Making up a history
It’s nothing from the life you lead
But man, will they buy all your lines?

Sleep with all the sheets off
Baring your mattress, baring your soul
And you’re dying to look smooth with your tattoos
But you’re searching just like everyone, could be anyone
And those friends that you have are the best
Impressing most of us as permanent
And I’d like to see you undone

Youth’s the most unfaithful mistress
Still we forge ahead to miss her
Rushing our moment to shine

Making up a history
It’s nothing from the life you lead
But man, will they buy all your lines?

We’re not twenty-one
But the sooner we are
The sooner the fun will begin
So get out your fake eyelashes
And fake I.D.’s,
And real disasters ensue
It’s cool to take these chances
It’s cool to fake romances
And grow up fast, and grow up fast
And grow up fast, and grow up fast

xxx

Ah. Ergernis. Ik wil 500 days of summer zoooo graag zien. In Nederland is hij sinds deze week in de bioscoop. In Belgixeb komt hij pas in november uit Life isn’t fair.

Zooey Deschanel is zo geweldig.

xxx

Niet beter dan het origineel, maar minstens even goed. I love this song.

xxx

Ik heb geen idee waar ze de tijd ervoor vindt, maar ze heeft maar liefst 5 blogs die meerdere keren per dag worden geupdate: Le love, Le fashion, Olsens anonymous, Le smoking en …etc. Ik volg 4 van de 5 blogs (Le smoking volg ik niet).

…etc is de nieuwste, die bestaat nog niet zo lang. Zoals de naam al doet vermoeden worden hier alle inspirerende foto’s geplaatst die niet echt op de andere blogs passen, zoals bijvoorbeeld interieurfoto’s. Er staan echt prachtige foto’s op, zeker de moeite waar om even te bekijken.

Old song. Lang geleden dat ik er nog naar geluisterd heb (meer dan een jaar). Maar daarnet nog eens beluisterd en ik vind de tekst nog altijd geweldig (de muziek ook, natuurlijk, but I’m a sucker for great lyrics).

[It starts with]
One thing, I donx92t know why
It doesnx92t even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind I designed this rhyme
To explain in due time
All I know, time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks life away
Itx92s so unreal, didnx92t look out below
Watch the time go right out the window
Trying to hold on but didnx92t even know
Wasted it all just to watch you go
I kept everything inside and even though I tried it all fell apart
What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when

I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesnx92t even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesnx92t even matter

One thing, I donx92t know why
Doesnx92t even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind I designed this rhyme
To remind myself how I tried so hard
Despite of the way you were mocking me
Acting like I was part of your property
Remembering all the times you fought with me
Ix92m surprised it got so far
Things arenx92t the way they were before
You wouldnx92t even recognize me anymore
Not that you knew me back then
But it all comes back to me in the end
You kept everything inside and even though I tried it all fell apart
What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when

I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesnx92t even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesnx92t even matter

I put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go
And for all this
Therex92s only one thing you should know

I put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go
And for all this
Therex92s only one thing you should know

I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesnx92t even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesnx92t even matter