people
love
writing
music
(beauty)
wonderful news:
love is real
Musica
air
andrew bird
the arcade fire
azure ray
badly drawn boy
beulah
belle and sebestian
the blow
bonnie 'prince' billy
bright eyes
crash test dummies
damien rice
the decemberists
dispatch
eels
eisley
elliot smith
the flaming lips
guster
godspeed you black emperor!
iron and wine
kings of convenience
low
mates of state
modest mouse
muse
neutral milk hotel
october project
the postal service
radiohead
the shins
snow patrol
straylight run
uphollow
zero 7
Film
what can i say... im a sucker for disney movies.
Televisione
i do not know.
probably still just cartoons.
Libri
Wheel of Time Series (Robert Jordan), Ender Wiggin Saga (Orson Scott Card), You Don't Know Me (David Klass), Les Miserables (Victor Hugo), The Fountainhead (Ayn Rand), A Brave New World (Aldous Huxley), Atlas Shrugged (Ayn Rand), The First Swords (Fred Saberhagen), The Giver (Lois Lowry), Frankenstein (Mary Shelley), His Dark Materials Series (Phillip Pullman), Sword Of Shannara (Terry Brooks), Flowers For Algernon (Daniel Keyes), Time Of Parting (Anton Donchev), Under the Yoke (Ivan Vasov), Heartbeat (Sharon Creech), If You're Afraid of the Dark, Remember the Night Rainbow (Cooper Edens), The Complete Works of Shakespeare (The Bard of Avon)
Eroi
My hero is not famous.
My hero is not powerful.
My hero is not rich.
My hero is he or she who lives
despite any reason to do so.
My hero is the one you see
everyday
on the street.
My hero is you.
every time you hate
{even slightly}
you lessen your capacity to love...
hate comes in many forms
Tell me not in mournful numbers,
"Life is but an empty dream!"
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
"Dust thou art, to dust returnest,"
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us further than to-day.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!
Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act -- act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead!
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labour and to wait!
Mi piacerebbe conoscere:
i met a girl with no shoes i met many girls with no shoes
now its not a question of who i want to meet
for the first time
but of the people id like to meet again.
over and over
for the rest of my life.
and this is why i call myself
"susan's boy"
i haven't found my susan yet
but you can bet,
that when i do
it will be
epic
Hello Clint Wilson :) We haven't spoken in a while. I'm sorry about that... I just wanted to see how life is treating you, so if you would like, I would love to hear from you sometime in the near or distant future. ;D Chao
hey, boy, sweet boy, ne sam te 4uvala ot minalata godina :D O6te ot predi svatbata ti ... kakvo stava ... zabravihme li se... znam 4e jena ti e obaqtelna, no aide da ne se izostavqme, a ;)
I know you are, and you are one of the best friends i could ask for. Ive just been going through alot and I just cant keep my head on. im behind on bills, and I have no food, Im just screwed and Ive been looking for a job but I cant find one, I had an interview at an insurance company but it was a fake. it sucks. Finally when I think Ive found something good, its not real. my luck right.
i still dont have a job, i have bills to pay, which I cant, My mom quit her job, I dont have any real friends anymore, I never look pretty, and its hot,