ladybirdy

Creat me....MY life...



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ladybirdy 23 months ago


ladybirdyi did...

and i will ...thank u so much.I really appreciate it…and thanks for the cute cake…lovely 23 months ago


ladybirdyohhh

Thank u so much Stephen for ur sweet words.they really made my day…and yeah why not ...another friend here wud be just great ! 23 months ago


ladybirdywell

it s never too late to interect .i ll be happy to ...thank u so ur ur sweet wods.i appreciate it 23 months ago


ladybirdyThank you

so much dear TeenyBeanfor ur sweet wishes…and the lovely pinky flowers _! 23 months ago


ladybirdyThank you

so much Spatz for ur wishes.I really appreciate it _! 23 months ago


ladybirdyThank you

so much James…it really was _ ! 23 months ago


ladybirdyAnd they don't ask…

And they don’t ask: What comes after death?
Though more intimate with the book of Paradise
than with accounts of the earth, they’re preoccupied
with another question: What shall we do
before this death? Near to life, we live
and we don’t – as if life were parceled out
from a desert where the haggling gods of property
settle their disputes.
We live beside an ancient dust.
Our lives burden the historian’s night:
“Though I make them disappear, they come back to me
from absence.”
Our lives burden the artist:
“I draw them and become one of them, veiled in mist.”
Our lives burden the General:
“How can a ghost still bleed?”
We shall be what we want to be. And we want
a bit of life, not for just anything – but to honor
the resurrection after our death.
Unintentionally, they speak the philosopher’s words:
“Death means nothing to us: if we are then he isn’t.
Death means nothing to us: if he is then we are not.”
And they have rearranged their dreams
and sleep standing.

Mahmoud Darwish23 months ago


ladybirdyHe is quiet and so am I…

He is quiet and so am I.
He sips tea with lemon, while I drink coffee.
That’s the difference between us.
Like me, he wears a wide, striped shirt,
and like him, I read the evening paper.
He doesn’t see my secret glance.
I don’t see his secret glance.
He’s quiet and so am I.
He asks the waiter something.
I ask the waiter something…
A black cat walks between us.
I feel the midnight of its fur
and he feels the midnight of its fur…
I don’t say to him: The sky today
is clear and blue.
He doesn’t say to me: The sky today is clear.
He’s watched and the one watching
and I’m watched and the one watching.
I move my left foot.
He moves his right foot.
I hum the melody of a song
and he hums the melody of a similar song.
I wonder: Is he the mirror in which I see myself?
And turn to look in his eyes…but I don’t see him.
I hurry from the café.
I think: Maybe he’s a killer…
or maybe a passerby who thinks
I am a killer.
He’s afraid…and so am I.

Mahmoud Darwish23 months ago


ladybirdy<3

Spyrunner)))is not the only one who s enjoying them ;)! 23 months ago


ladybirdyA Tear And A Smile

I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart
For the joys of the multitude.
And I would not have the tears that sadness makes
To flow from my every part turn into laughter.

I would that my life remain a tear and a smile.

A tear to purify my heart and give me understanding
Of life’s secrets and hidden things.
A smile to draw me nigh to the sons of my kind and
To be a symbol of my glorification of the gods.

A tear to unite me with those of broken heart;
A smile to be a sign of my joy in existence.

I would rather that I died in yearning and longing than that I live Weary and despairing.

I want the hunger for love and beauty to be in the
Depths of my spirit,for I have seen those who are
Satisfied the most wretched of people.
I have heard the sigh of those in yearning and Longing, and it is sweeter than the sweetest melody.

With evening’s coming the flower folds her petals
And sleeps, embracingher longing.
At morning’s approach she opens her lips to meet
The sun’s kiss.

The life of a flower is longing and fulfilment.
A tear and a smile.

The waters of the sea become vapor and rise and come
Together and area cloud.

And the cloud floats above the hills and valleys
Until it meets the gentle breeze, then falls weeping
To the fields and joins with brooks and rivers to Return to the sea, its home.

The life of clouds is a parting and a meeting.
A tear and a smile.

And so does the spirit become separated from
The greater spirit to move in the world of matter
And pass as a cloud over the mountain of sorrow
And the plains of joy to meet the breeze of death
And return whence it came.

To the ocean of Love and Beauty——to God.

Khalil Gibran 23 months ago


ladybirdy ― Chuck Palahniuk

“Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I’ve ever known.”23 months ago


ladybirdy 2 years ago


ladybirdyHappy birthday,Josh

hope u have a wonderful day filled with joy, love, and inner peace

hope that ur year,and the upcoming years, be filled with curiousity, love of adventure, and for most love of life.

It has always amazed me how a “strange” person that u don t know can affect u ...Thanks Josh for being supportive with ur cheers, positive stirit, and enlightening words.you re one of the person that inspire me here on 43T, and that i make sure to follow…so keep it up :p! 23 months ago


ladybirdythe real voyage

“The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.”

― Marcel Proust 23 months ago


ladybirdyreally

really great pic <3..<3 23 months ago


ladybirdy21...30

♥♥ butterflies
♥♥ Horses
♥♥ the sea
♥♥ the sun
♥♥ a pure blue sky with tense whire clounds
♥♥ water
♥♥ rediculously positive people
♥♥ being in the library
♥♥ being happy for no reason
♥♥ being on 43Things 23 months ago


ladybirdy♥♥♥

A song by the great french singer Charles Aznavour called “Ammenez moi”

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-mD8ZpKxrw0&feature=related 23 months ago


ladybirdygo back to sleep

Go Back to Sleep
Go back,
go back to sleep.
Yes, you are allowed.
You who have no Love in your heart,
you can go back to sleep.
The power of Love
is exclusive to us,
you can go back to sleep.
I have been burnt
by the fire of Love.
You who have no such yearning in your heart,
go back to sleep.
The path of Love,
has seventy-two folds and countless facets.
Your love and religion
is all about deceit, control and hypocrisy,
go back to sleep.
I have torn to pieces my robe of speech,
and have let go of the desire to converse.
You who are not naked yet,
you can go back to sleep.

Rumi23 months ago


ladybirdyhappybirthday TeenyBean

hope u had a wonderfull day, and that all ur comming days be filled with love, joy, peace, and art…and ur inspirational quotes _23 months ago


ladybirdyAsia

this continent is next _...it s big ; so it s gonna take time 23 months ago


ladybirdy 2 years ago


ladybirdy 2 years ago


ladybirdy#100

The simple things are also the most extraordinary things, and only the wise can see them.

― Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist 23 months ago


ladybirdythis and so many others

1.Paulo Quelho (Eventhough i haven t read the alchimist..saving the best for the last)
2.Stephen Crane (The red bagde of courage)
3.Khalil Jabran (A tear and a smile;The prophet)
4.The movie_Into the Wild_ by sean penn(sean pen too…unfortunately i haven t read the book yet ;/)
5.coldplay( especialy Chris Martin ;his views and life style) 23 months ago


ladybirdy#99

“Don’t say you don’t have enough time. You have exactly the same number of hours per day that were given to Helen Keller, Pasteur, Michaelangelo, Mother Teresa, Leonardo da Vinci, Thomas Jefferson, and Albert Einstein.”

― H. Jackson Brown Jr. 23 months ago


ladybirdy#98

“Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal.”
― Albert Camus 23 months ago


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