If this is true, I thought then, what will I think
Will I stay or rather I would get away
I'm scared that I won't find a thing
And afraid that I'll turn out to be aloneBut I
I have to learn, have to try, have to trust I have to cry
Have to see, have to know that I can be myself
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Stare in the distance.
Code is poetry.
They were a strange couple.
Él nunca aprender C++.
Und er würde niemals den Deutschen Roman lesen können.
Anyone could be a reader.
Einen Gedanekn zu bloggen befreit einen bei allen weiteren Bekanntschaften von der Entscheidung diesen zu verbergen oder preiszugeben.
A., V. & A.
Vronsky came to the side of the bed and, seeing her, again covered his face with his hands.
‘Uncover your face, look at him. He’s a saint,’ she said. ‘No, uncover it, uncover your face!’ she said crossly. ‘Alexei Alexandrovich, uncover his face! I want to see him.’
Alexei Alexandrovich took Vronsky’s hands and drew them away from his face, terrible in the expression of suffering and shame that was on it.
‘Give him your hand. Forgive him.’
Alexei Alexandrovich gave him his hand, not holding back the tears that poured from his eyes.
‘Thank God, thank God,’ she said, ‘now everything is ready. Just let me stretch my legs a little. There, that’s wonderful. How tastelessly these flowers are done, quite unlike violets,’ she said, pointing to the wallpaper. ‘My God, my God! When will it end? Give me morphine. Doctor, give me morphine! Oh, my God, my God!’
And she began thrashing about in her bed.
Tolstoy - Anna Karenina
Plans II.
- Cycle.
- Write.
- Bake.
- Kiss.
- Run.
- Hug.