Petrichor unhappy ending.

I'm posting more for myself than for anyone else. But I appreciate all followers and anyone who is reading.
Black bitter coffee. 10:10 wishes. Friday evenings spent in bar. Perfume. Drama. Sunsets at the beach. Fireworks. Black colour. Shooting stars. Parties and rum&cola. CK. The smell of spring. Butterflies. Pretty things. The night life . . Music. Rock concerts. Friends. Phychology. cookies and sushi. LIFE.
I strongloy believe that life is short. So break the rules. Forgive quickly. Kiss slowly. Love truly. Laugh uncontrollably & never regret anything that made you smile.

(Source: n0-h8-m8, via twentynineteen)

(Source: nat4sha, via illtakethechances)

It feels good to talk to people you weren’t talking to almost for a year. And it really feels good that they don’t hate you because of your actions.
Sometimes I really wonder when there will be a day when a piano falls down on my head?

today I realised that there are just less than 3 and a half months month until I go away. Until I leave my family, my friends, my warm bad and the town where everything is so familiar and close. Just 3 months until the beginning of the new life in a completely new country I’ve never been to before with complete strangers.

I hope my ambitions to study International&european Law will eventually give results towards successful career and happy life. Because, in the end, we all want to just be happy.

“And that’s life: it does not resemble a picaresque novel in which from one chapter to the next the hero is continually being surprised by new events that have no common denominator. It resembles a composition which musicians call: a theme with variations… Supposedly, astrology teaches us fatalism: you won’t escape your fate! But in my view (please understand, astrology as a metaphor of life) it says something far more subtle: you won’t escape your life’s theme! From this it follows, for example, that it is sheer illusion to want to start all over again, to beginning ‘a new life’ that does not resemble the preceding one, to begin, so to speak, from zero. Your life will always be built from the same materials, the same bricks, the same problems, and what will seem to you at first ‘a new life’ will soon turn out to be just a variation of your old existence.”
Immortality by Milan Kundera (via thechocolatebrigade)