Agnus Dei

En het origineel. Schitterende sfeer moet dat zijn geweest:

Laten we met z'n allen helden zijn!

Philip Zimbardo 

De moeite van het bekijken waard :)

Misschien wel het meest ontroerende liefdesverhaal dat ik ken :'-)

Lana del Rey

Elbows and Knees - Montana

I'll fuck you,
If you want.
Cause I want it
Just as bad as you do.
But I also want to hear the rustle of the sheets
When you turn over in the middle of the night.
I want to feel your hot breath on my neck.
I want the stubble on your chin to graze my cheek
As you kiss me gently on the forehead.
And when I whisper "goodnight," you don't have to reply.
Just nudge me with your knee
Or poke me with your elbow.

Wat te doen bij problemen

Mini-eten

Niet te geloven dat mensenvingertjes dit kunnen maken...

i carry your heart with me - E. E. Cummings

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
                                  i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

Solo screaming for a duet

Jan Toorop

Marta Penter

Recepten Framed Cook

Woah... :-D!

Dennis Sheehan

Dansbeer

Dansbeer 's nachts in het bos :)

Good Enough

Superleuk idee :)

 

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Chipotle commercial

Wederzijdse bewondering

Do not stand at my grave and weep - Mary Elizabeth Frye

Do not stand at my grave and weep,

I am not there; I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,

I am the diamond glints on snow,

I am the sun on ripened grain,

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circling flight.

I am the soft star-shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there; I did not die.

 

 

Hellzapoppin!