Είναι αυτή η γλυκια αναμονή πριν τη συναυλια/παρτυ/ραντεβου.
Όλη η μέρα είναι μια αντίστροφη μέτρηση για την ώρα που θα συμβεί.
Θα πάω στους Nouvelle Vague σε λίγες ώρες.
Ελπίζω να με καταλαβαίνετε.
Ελπίζω να με πιστεύετε.
Tι?
Όχι!Δεν βρηκα αφορμή για να σου πω "Ι just can't get enough"!
Σσστ!

Waiting for a pizza that never came.

Portishead-Glory Box


Model:Olga

My red shoes.

Lungomare-Rene Aubry(I'm sure you've heard it before)


I bought this pair of shoes a couple of days ago.They're so comfy that you feel you walk barefoot.
I made a list of the movies I wanna see.Of corse I'm gonna add more.So any suggestions acceptable.


Narrator: [Amélie has found Nino's photo album and his "lost" posters] Any normal girl would call the number, meet him, return the album and see if her dream is viable. It's called a reality check. The last thing Amélie wants. 

Young Folks

If I told you things I did before

Told you how I used to be

Would you go along with someone like me?

If you knew my story word for word

Had all of my history

Would you go along with someone like me?

I did before and had my share

It didn't lead nowhere

I would go along with someone like you

It doesn't matter what you did

Who you were hanging with

We could stick around and see this night through

And we don't care about the young folks

Talking about the young style

And we don't care about the old folks

Talking about the old style too

And we don't care about our own folks

Talking about our own style

All we care about is talking

Talking only me and you

Usually when things has gone this far

People tend to disappear

No one would surprise me unless you do

I can tell there's something going on

Hours seem to disappear

Everyone is leaving

I'm still with you

It doesn't matter what we do

Where we are going to

We can stick around

And see this night through

-Peter,Bjorn&John

Unattainable

Only when the goal is unattainable

do I start to feel like I'm losing myself

and this deep secret

that hasn't come out yet

is buried down deep with the rest

I can't coerce you into this one

Jealousy lay all your spells to bed

I'll choose unloved instead

If only songs were sung

to guide the doubtful ones

beyond the rough

where not as much is good enough

Oh, if you find yourself

amongst the lonely ones

I'll be waiting here with open arms

I can't coerce you into this one

Jealousy lay all your spells to bed

I'll choose unloved instead