for you.

A splendid kiss,
the touch of a burning furnace.
crackling with the light of this fireplace.

A crooked smile,
rewrite your favorite fairytale.

Place your scent in the bookmarks.
in the days, without nights.
and the nights, lost without the lightening strikes.

Play your favorite songs,
ask me to sing the lyrics i wont recognize.
dance under the moonlit sky,
saved by the candlelights.

Take me somewhere far,
So strangers could admire.
the bravery and beauty of two.
Don't let me be the fool.

You're beautiful in the most obscene ways.
you're dirty and delirious.
Calm yet vulgar.
Adventurous and bold.

Perfection isn't destination.
But there are fantasies in imagination.
when you lace your fingers with mine.

I'll try to disregard the future.
perhaps it hasn't existed at all.
no pretentions, or executions.

Only beginnings, only lightness and fire.

-Dia

holidays.

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lolita.

movie weekend?

ode to love...

there IS no definite answer to what true love is. It exist differently from one person to the next. Are we suppose to find someone who is the perfect fit for us, who can tend to all our needs and desires because that also suits their wants and dreams. Or are we suppose to compromise and teach ourselves lessons to grow?
And how much are we suppose to compromise?

Is your true love going to be love at first sight? or love that endures and requires tons of understanding. Will your true love give you butterflies? or make you feel safe and beautiful.

I don't believe in a single soulmate that were suppose to meet. I believe we're simply compatible with some more than others. There are magical moments that declares love, that we're in love. But to stay in love, and love freely is a complete different story.

Are we suppose to cling onto the "magical moments" and the highs of our days, preventing it from slipping away? Or are we suppose to accept that there will be dull moments where love almost seems nonexistent. But if that was our true love, would these thoughts even be necessary? Wouldn't you satisfy eachother in the most perfect ways without words or direction. well maybe with some words.

there are no answers, of course.

"You know that place between sleeping and awake, that place where you can still remember dreaming? That's where I'll always think of you."
-Peter Pan





"Love is by definition an unmerited gift; being loved without meriting it is the very proof of real love. If a woman tells me: I love you because you're intelligent, because you're decent, because you buy me gifts, because you don't chase women, because you do the dishes, then I'm disappointed; such love seems a rather self-interested business. How much finer it is to hear: I'm crazy about you even though you're neither intelligent nor decent, even though you're a liar, an egotist, a bastard."
— Milan Kundera (Slowness: A Novel)

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"At any rate, let us love for a while, for a year or so, you and me. That's a form of divine drunkedness that we can all try. There are only diamonds in the whole world, diamonds and perhaps the shabby gift of disillusion."
-F.Scott Fitzgerald

"I had tender feelings that you made hard
But it's your heart, not mine, that's scarred
So when I go home, I'll be happy to go

I watched you deal in a dying day
And throw a living past away
So you can be sure that you're in control


I know you don't think you did me wrong
And I can't stay this mad for long
Keeping a hold of what you just let go
You're just somebody that I used to know"
-Elliot Smith