A tale of sunshine and love // pt. 2

 

 

 

A tale of sunshine and love // pt. I

 

 

2013/05/18

 

 

Saturday's cozy dinner: parmesan risotto. Balcony, candles and 20 °C. Yummy in my tummy.

My beautiful company.

First day of summer

 

 

If i could be a superman, I'd fly you to the stars and back again

 

 

 

My heart always aches for you.

2013/05/15

 

 

When once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.

 

 

there is a mysterious force which draws together those who constantly think of each other. Fools call it "coincidence".

 

 

Happy birthday

 

 

 

My beautiful, wonderful, funny, loving, caring, stubborn, absolutely fantastic sister is 25 today.

time passes by terribly fast. It feels like just a day ago I was a 2-year old girl who has seized your favorite plastic box and taken a comfortable seat while you're standing beside me, crying furiously. One of my earliest memories with you is when we used to lie on the floor in the living room, under the table and in front of the tv. You loved watching Bewitched and I hated it, I was little and just wanted to watch cartoons. Fortunately, we grew older, and though I have always loved you, with time you also turned into one of my closest friends. I'm looking forward to a lifetime with you, my dearest sister.

 

Happy 25th. ♥

These last few days

Summer is gradually approaching my hometown, and I do my best to capture the memories in images. Unfortunately I don't own a camera at the moment, so nowadays my iphone continuously serves its purpose of capturing these images using instagram. If you're interested, you can find me on ig @ dreamnation.

 

Sisters S. and A. resting in the grass after a challenging 6.4 km run / Walpurgis eve and an intense arm wrestling session.

 

Vintage kitchen posters / My beautiful, wonderful mother by the lake.

 

Found this drawing I made of Matisyahu in 2012 / Getting ready to go hiking.

 

Poems.

 

Hiking in the woods / Mending a sprained ankle in bed with Jane Eyre as my only company.

2013/05/02

I wake up crying uncontrollably. 4 am. Within three seconds, I recall every detail of the nightmare I just experienced. My father possessing the role of the hero when he saves me from the crazy people who want to rid me. I'm sitting at home, scared, while he is out there doing his very best to make me feel safe.
But this time, he doesn't come back. He doesn't come back, doesn't tell me everything is going to be okay. this time he is gone longer than usual, and I know deep within my heart that this is not how it is supposed to be.
My father is killed by the crazy people. He knew it would happen; he had left behind a cassette with all my favorite songs. He knew it would happen and he let it.

I cry because he died, and I wasn't there to save him. I cry because I didn't get to tell him how much I love him, and that he never had the chance to see his little one grow up. I cry because of all the things that were lost, of all the broken pieces I would never be able to mend.

 

 

Don't be afraid.