Random thoughts.

Winter

One Hundred Three

The more you tell me to wait, the more I want to start running.


Ninety-Six


I like when you say my name, makes me feel closer. For just two seconds at least.


Seventy-Nine

I’m never really alone. I’d have to forget about everything and everyone to be completely alone.


Seventy-Eight

I’m addicted to sunlight. As I am to every pleasurable thing in life like hugs, coffee and kisses.


Seventy-Seven

The best way to get over an obsession is to get fixated onto something else. Preferably, something more pleasurable or of quicker gratification than the previous obsession.


Seventy-Six

I’ll leave my dreams on the wayside to fall in love with yours for a while. Then, I’ll pick up mine and keep going.


Seventy-Five

If something is irrational and crazy but pleasant, I’ll probably want to do it.


Seventy-Four

Is there anything better than having a moment of complete self-abandonment, as if possessed?


Seventy-three

Yes, I’m imperfect and vulnerable and sometimes afraid, but I’ve learned that is OK.


Seventy-Two

“Fantasy is so much more pleasant than reality, and since most people don’t have the power or courage to create such a world, they enjoy being around those who do.” – Robert Greene.

My inner child devilishly enjoys this thought very much.


Seventy-One

“Voilà, ma petite Amélie, vous n’avez pas des os en verre. Vous pouvez vous cogner à la vie. Si vous laissez passer cette chance, alors avec le temps, c’est votre cœur qui va devenir aussi sec et cassant que mon squelette.” – Raymond Dufayel in Le Fabuleux Destin d’Amélie Poulain.


Seventy

Women are narcissists, in love with the charms of their own sex.


Sixty-Nine

You can tell whatever you want about consumerism, but it’s almost religious what sexy shoes do for a woman’s self-esteem.


Sixty-three


There’s nothing grownup about jammies.