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Leonard Nimoy, the incurable romantic


To live, to believe to feel again..

I am an incurable romantic

I believe in hope, dreams and decency
I believe in love,
Tenderness and kindness.

I believe in mankind.
I believe in goodness,
Mercy and charity
I believe in a universal spirit
believe in casting bread
Upon the waters.

I am awed by the snow-capped mountains
By the vastness of oceans.
I am moved by a couple
Of any age – holding hands
As they walk through city streets.

A living creature in pain
Makes me shudder with sorrow
A seagull’s cry fills me
With a sense of mystery.

A river or stream
Can move me to tears
A lake nestling in a valley
Can bring me peace.

– Leonard Nimoy

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for better thing can fall together


Wise words…

I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they go right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart, so that better things can fall together

-Marilyn Monroe

Something shitty happened at work because of ms yucky

It made my trust and doubt took another different balance on the see saw
at the end of the day, people get agitated, upset and things start to get confusing

Once screwed (again), you dont know who you are trust with words anymore… esp when unnecessary drama and lies start floating

it start to became a bit too much
and it is so not worth it

so in the end, i deleted smses, and decide to just “Que Sera Sera”

When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother what will I be
Will I be pretty will I be rich
Here’s what she said to me

Que Sera Sera
Whatever will be will be
The future’s not ours to see
Que Sera Sera
What will be will be

When I grew up and fell in love
I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead
Will we have rainbows day after day
Here’s what my sweetheart said

Que Sera Sera
Whatever will be will be
The future’s not ours to see
Que Sera Sera
What will be will be

Now I have children of my own
They ask their mother what will I be
Will I be handsome will I be rich
I tell them tenderly

Que Sera Sera
Whatever will be will be
The future’s not ours to see
Que Sera Sera
What will be will be
Que Sera Sera