If you seek Amy.

am avut un vis ciudat.

noaptea trecuta am avut un vis dubios. am visat ca eram intr-un tren cu niste prieteni. unul din ei tocmai povestea ca are o iubita noua. am iesit din tren cu o colega care imi spunea de iubita baiatului respectiv. mergeam pe sina de tren, cand o zarim pe iubita. era kate nash intr-un costum albastru cu galben si cu o caciula mare, rosie, aparent scotiana, si ducea in mana o tava. am continuat sa mergem pe sina de tren si deodata am ajuns la piscina. eram in costum de baie. la un moment dat un baiat care semana izbitor cu josh hartnett m-a luat pe sus si ma aruncat in piscina. dupa aia m-a ridicat si m-a pupat. mi s-a spus ulterior ca era fratele lui kate nash.
tan-tan-tan!

the end.

in love with life.

wearing his clothes and the way that they smell. when his scent stays on you after a date. the butterflies you get in your stomach when he kisses you, or simply touches your hand. when you see him smiling, and you know that it's only because of you. the feeling that you finally found yourself, and that the search is finally over. not caring about what other people think anymore, because you know there's someone that likes you just the way you are. having to stop a kiss because you can't help yourself from smiling. the day you first kissed. when he tells you that he loves to hear you sing. when he wears that t-shirt he knows you like.

Kate Nash - Pistachio Nut

Sublim.

I'm sorry we couldnt have breakfast before I left
I hope that the meeting went well
I miss your smile and I miss your company
I'm thinking of you on the train and I'm thinking about you when I'm busy
I like you so much
I like the jumpers you wear
I like your teeth
And I like it when you cut your hair
I like getting drunk on Rose
Dark chocolate, roast dinners
Number one would be indulgence
Sending postcards, drawing pictures
Always remembering
Falling over, banging heads
Holes in both our tights
Bruises, both late
I forget but you always remember
Perfume fresh
Wooden floorboards
Wardrobes, charity shops and tube stops
Sisters, fights, tears and thoughts about the future
But lets stick to the present
Like sellotape wrapped up so tight
I love thinking about you
I've never laughed so hard
Felt so good, like a child
As free as a bird, a naked one
Spray me with the hose when it's too hot in the summer
Sweaty, clammy hands
Holding hands
So much crap in my bag
Too many things but we love keeping things
Letters, pictures, ripped out from magazines
Photos, memories, broken bits of jewelry
I'm convinced that one day I will make this into something cool
Makeup, dress-up
Tear and run down my face
Over my body, through my veins
Make my hair stand on ends
Give me goosebumps, confidence
A secret, I feel safe and warm and I dont want to leave because
I'm back to when I was seven years old
Covered in glitter and smooth lines
Scratch, jump, run, fall and we're back up
Bread, I love eating bread
I love when you draw something and it's not dead
It moves off the page and round people's minds
You make other people laugh
But everything you do could make me cry
I want to feel, be, live, breathe, touch, see, fall, eat
Make glue, rip do, I want to be with you
I havent time for anybody else
I dont wanna be with them
I wanna move to our house in a field
Just tell me when and I'll be there
I'd drop everything for you
You are my best friend
I dont even have a boyfriend
My mind is occupied
My buzz is rocket high
Above the moon and back again
Who I love is you
You are the most unpretentious
The most fun, most exciting
I want to spend most of my time with you
Because you are the most worthwhile
You are the most cute, clever, and stupid
Hungry, energetic, passionate, scared, interesting
Like a film, made up person
I want to drink cream, eat chocolate
Get that nice suprise when the butter is un-salted
Eat salt out of the packet
Scream till I am blue in the face
Meet French people, go to the pictures
Show you my cobbled streets
Meet everybody that you could ever meet
Just so that they know that you are my best friend
And that you belong to me
Yeah, I know you think she's cute and funny
But er, actually she is not an I, she is a we
A united nation of absoloute nonescence
A community, neighbourhood watch
Firestation, theme park, space, time and energy
Talent, beauty, my best friend
They dont love you like I love you
The End.

28

Visele mele, se implinesc,
Cat bat din palme sau cat clipesc.
Respir iubire, mananc iubire,
Va dau la toti si va molipsesc.
Nimic in lume nu ma opreste,
Sa urlu tare 'sunt fericit!'
Nu-mi strigati ce sa fac,
Fiindca timpul i-un ac
Iar noi suntem ata din el!

Ziua cind te-am vazut
Inima mi s-a urcat in git,
Si n-a mai coborat,
Bate-acolo sus iar cand te sarut,
cinci batai in plus pe minut.

Nu mai vreau altceva,
Ochii verzi si parul tau mi-ajung.
Stai nu te mai misca!
Asta-i poza noastra, 28 februarie,
la metrou la gara ne iubiiiiim.

Numai pentru noi doi,
timpul sa se-opreasca intr-o joi.
Si sa il pacalim, sa-i dam drumul din nou,
si sa o ia din loc doar cand o fi sa ne despartim!
Lume cat te iubesc!
Suflletul mi-e bomba explodez!
Vise in mii de parti,
Vi le fac cadou, implinitile voi, visul meu il traiesc chiar acum.

o zi perfecta.

e soare. cerul e senin si de un albastru impecabil. e superba aceasta zi. chiar si daca nu ar fi fost 14 februarie. dar totusi, este. si eu vreau sa scriu ceva. si este un motiv perfect. este o zi perfecta. si inca, o data, mentionez, ca nu pentru ca e 14 februarie. ci pentru ca e o zi superba. azi o sa scriu numai despre lucruri perfecte. ca si saruturile neasteptate, neplanificate, care vin natural, ca de exemplu in mijlocul unei propozitii. acelea in care trebuie sa te opresti pentru ca nu te poti abtine sa zambesti. scriu despre ziua in care iti sta parul perfect. cand vremea de afara se potriveste perfect cu ceea ce vroiai tu sa porti azi. dimineata perfecta, in care te trezesti cu soarele pe geam. cand te pregatesti pentru o petrecere. cand te simti bine in pielea ta. cand cumperi flori.
ma duc sa ma imbrac. va urez o zi superba.

totul e bine. xD

imagineaza-ti o zi perfecta.

imagineaza-ti rasaritul. ora 6 dimineata. geamurile care stralucesc si asteapta soarele. culorile cerului. mirosul diminetii. prospetimea. fericirea unei noi zile. speranta.
imagineaza-ti o ploaie de primavara dupa care iese soarele. totul e ud pe jos. soarele se oglindeste in asfaltul rece. tot orasul gri e acum colorat. soarele se reflecta in beton. roua s-a depus pe flori.
imagineaza-ti ca iti ofera cineva un buchet de ghiocei.
imagineaza-ti o zi numai cu zambete.
imagineaza-ti ca te intalnesti numai cu oameni la care tii mult.
imagineaza-ti ca termini o carte care iti place foarte mult.
imagineaza-ti ca deschizi radioul si tocmai a inceput melodia ta preferata.
imagineaza-ti ca te plimbi spre casa. intr-o seara perfecta. cerul e perfect de clar. se vad toate stelele. se prevesteste o zi frumoasa maine.
imagineaza-ti ca ajungi acasa dupa o zi lunga. te imbraci in hanorac si pantaloni de trening. deschizi televizorul. si te uiti la serialul tau preferat.
imagineaza-ti ca te bagi in pat. asternuturile sunt exact cum ar trebui sa fie. racoroase. te invelesti cu plapuma. te simti in siguranta.
imagineaza-ti o noapte in care ai visat exact ce iti doreai.
imagineaza-ti o zi perfecta.

i was a dancer all along.

am chef de dans. am chef sa ascult o muzica nebuna. si sa ma misc cum simt. probabil putin exagerat. probabil foarte necontrolat. sa am parul desprins. sa il flutur pe ritmul muzicii. sa fiu imbracata cu o rochie simpla. care sa nu ma incurce. sa miros a parfum care imi place. ca la fiecare miscare sa ma incante urma lui. sa dansez cu ochii inchisi. si sa imi imaginez ca totul e cum vreau eu. sau poate, sa nu ma gandesc la ce e in jur. sa ma daruiesc total muzicii. poate nu e tocmai cel mai matur lucru de facut. dar eu asta vreau sa fac.

"when i trip on my feet
look at the ground
the words are
written in the dust
when i'm shaking my hips
look for the swing
the words are
written in the air"
- lykke li

si sa am acea senzatie. in care. stau jos. si deodata aud iesind din boxe melodia mea. a noastra. si a cui o mai fi. si ma ridic parca fara sa cuget. las muzica sa ma controleze. and the beat goes on...

14 februarie

se apropie 14 februarie. ziua in care totul in jur este o mare de inimi, flori si ciocolata. unii o adora. unii nu o suporta. personal, de cand ma stiu imi place aceasta zi. pur si simplu. imi placea sa ies pe strada si sa vad muuulte cupluri tinandu-se de mana. multe buchete de flori. ursuleti de plus enormi in brate. iubire peste tot. inteleg insa si de ce unii oameni nu o suporta. adica adevarul este ca, este aberant sa ai nevoie de o zi speciala ca sa ii dai iubitei o floare. sau sa ii spui ca o iubesti. ar trebui sa faci chestiile astea numai daca le simti. sa iti vina natural. si daca le simti, poti sa i le spui zilnic, nu? nu ai nevoie de o zi in care toata lumea asta face. da, e aiurea si cu presiunea asta. te simti obligat sa faci sau sa spui niste lucruri. si asta poate omoara farmecul. daaar, totusi. nu gasesti ca e frumos sa fie o zi dedicata dragostei? nu inteleg cum sa urasti pe deplin o zi dedicata dragostei. dar fie. oi fi eu mai romantica. ca in melodia de la Red Blonde. sunt o romantica mentionata in justitie ca specimen pe cale de disparitie.

si daca totusi, vreti sa faceti o surpriza cuiva, uite un site cu declaratii originale si amuzante. gen, sa nu va incadrati in tiparele exacte ale acestei sarbatori: http://iloveyoumorethanblank.com

in my head I paint a picture.

buna dimineata. desi e seara, parca tocmai ar fi inceput o noua zi. astazi am avut placerea de a simti primvara in jur. desi e doar 8 februarie, eu cred ca a venit primavara. cel putin pentru o zi, o saptamana, o luna, cat o fi. dupa cum imi e dat sa observ, nu prea mai am notiunea timpului. nu stiu de ce. sau poate stiu. ei bine, si ce ziceam, am simtit primavara in aer. de ce? pentru ca astazi, dupa ploaie, a iesit soarele. era ud pe jos. si cerul avea vreo 3 culori. albastru cat se poate de clar. portocaliul calm al apusului. si culoarea granitei dintre zi si seara. azi am vazut pentru prima data dupa un an acea lumina sincera a soarelui. care nu ascunde nimic. nici un nor. nici o ceata. perfect clar. parca razele sunt atat de puternice, ca abia vezi ce e in jur. ochii iti sclipesc. e atat de primavara, incat parca ti se vede in ochi reflectia unui copac plin de flori albe. pe atat de sincere ca si razele soarelui. primavara totul e sincer. e un nou inceput. daca esti pe faza, iti poti implini orice vis. parca primavara este ca melodia 18 ani de la vama veche. visele ti se implinesc cat bati din palme sau cat clipesti. respiri iubire, mananci iubire. nimic in lume nu te opreste sa urli tare 'sunt fericit!'. aceea o sa fie poza noastra. 28 februarie. in metrou, la gara. ne iubiiiiiiiiiim.

childhood sugar.

va mai aduceti aminte de bomboanele bonibon? de pachetul de carton moale. de culoarea preferata de bomboana. de culorile diferite de capacel. de inocenta gustului. mi-e dor.

Natural Highs.

Think about them one at a time before going on to the next one . It really does make you feel good. <3

1. Falling in love.
2. Laughing so hard your face hurts.
3. A hot shower.
4. No lines at the supermarket.
5. A special glance.
6. Getting mail.
7. Taking a drive on a pretty road.
8. Hearing your favorite song on the radio.
9. Lying in bed listening to the rain outside.
10. Hot towels fresh out off the dryer.
11. Chocolate milkshake (vanilla or strawberry).
12. A bubble bath.
13. Giggling.
14. A good conversation.
15. The beach.
16. Finding a 20 dollar bill in your coat from last winter.
17. Laughing at yourself.
18. Looking into their eyes and knowing they love you.
19. Midnight phone calls that last for hours.
20. Running through sprinklers.
21. Laughing for absolutely no reason at all.
22. Having someone tell you that you're beautiful.
23. Laughing at an inside joke with FRIENDS.
25. Accidentally overhearing someone say something nice about you.
26. Waking up and realizing you still have a few hours left to sleep.
27. Your first kiss (either the very first or with a new partner).
28. Making new friends or spending time with old ones.
29. Playing with a new puppy.
30. Having someone play with your hair.
31. Sweet dreams.
32. Hot chocolate.
33. Road trips with friends.
34. Swinging on swings.
35. Making eye contact with a cute stranger.
36. Making chocolate chip cookies.
37 Having your friends send you homemade cookies.
38 Holding hands with someone you care about.
39. Running into an old friend and realizing that some things never change.
40. Watching the expression on someone's face as they open a much desired present from you.
41. Watching the sunrise.
42. Getting out of bed every morning and being grateful for another beautiful day.
43. Knowing that somebody misses you.
44. Getting a hug from someone you care about deeply.
45. Knowing you've done the right thing, no matter what other people think.

je m'appelle ilinca.

j'adore -
sa beau ceai de caramel. sa mi se spuna lili. sa citesc Frederic Beigbeder. sa ascult Zob ft Mara - cantec de dragoste. sa-mi amintesc de filmul 'Before Sunrise'. sa fredonez refrenul de la emil - pisica. sa ma simt chill. sa fiu hyper. cand apare soarele dupa o ploaie. ca stiu toate replicile din 'Friends'. sa revad 'Wedding Date'. sa primesc ghiocei. 'alotlikelove'. sa stiu franceza. inghetata Nirvana Cookies. sa beau ciocolata calda alba. inceputul melodiei Never Ever - All Saints. sa prind rasaritul. desertul hot fudge brownie sundae de la hard rock cafe. pe Lykke Li. sa ma uit la 'A Good Year'. sa primesc lalele. sa ascult Imogen Heap - Goodnight and Go pe repeat. numarul 28. sa visez cu ochii deschisi. melodia Wonderful - Lady GaGa. ca vine primavara. ca vine ziua mea. (:

kisses, lili.

Les filles d'ailleur.

i know right? www.minette.ro

ziua de maine e un loc mult mai fericit.

'Maine este un pupic pe gat.
Maine este burnita ce ti se cerne pe frunte.
Maine este un ciorap coborat, o bretea de sutien.
Maine este ziua eternului post al Pastelui.
Maine, noaptea se va incheia in tacere.'

-shitters' club by Frederic Beigbeder.

2009.

Happy New Year! May all your wishes come true. Love and be loved. May this year be better than the last one and worse than the next.
wohoo!

With Love,
-linc <3

upcoming christmas miracle

it kinda has that christmas feeling.

Merry Christmas,
ilincu

Before Sunrise

'Daydream delusion, limousine eyelash
Oh baby with your pretty face
Drop a tear in my wineglass
Look at those big eyes
See what you mean to me
Sweet-cakes and milkshakes
I'm a delusion angel
I'm a fantasy parade
I want you to know what I think
Don't want you to guess anymore
You have no idea where I came from
We have no idea where we're going
Lodged in life
Like branches in a river
Flowing downstream
Caught in the current
I carry you
You'll carry me
That's how it could be
Don't you know me?
Don't you know me by now?'

Before sunrise, starring July Deply and Ethan Hawke, is about an american tourist and a french student who meet on a train. they both agree to spend one day in Viena together. Jesse and Celine reveal their hopes and dreams, their passions and peeves, and their wants and needs. two perfect strangers connect so intimately over the course of a single day. it is that special thing that bonds two people so strongly. This is a lovely movie proving that two people can learn more in a day of bonding than most people learn in a lifetime. The key is honesty. Absolutely beautiful.

Celine: I like to feel his eyes on me when I look away.

Jesse: I feel like this is, uh, some dream world we're in, you know?
Celine: Yeah, it's so weird. It's like our time together is just ours. It's our own creation. It must be like I'm in your dream, and you in mine, or something.

Jesse: And what's so cool is that this whole evening, all our time together, shouldn't officially be happening.

Celine: Yeah, I know. Maybe that's why this feels so otherworldly.

Lykke Li

new entry: Lykke Li. fascinanta tipa. voce superba. versuri divine. melodii frumoase. stil unic. just see for yourself:

"having trouble telling how i feel
but i can dance, dance, dance
couldn't possibly tell you how i mean
but i can dance, dance, dance

so when i trip on my feet look at the beat
the words arewritten in the dust
when i'm shaking my hips look for the swing
the words are written in the air"
(Dance, dance, dance)

"hands down i'm too proud for love
but with eyes shut it's you i'm thinking of"
"eye to eye, thigh to thigh"
"i think i'm a little bit, a little bit
a little bit in love with you
but only if you're a little bit,
a little bit, a little bit in love with me"

"and for you i keep my legs apart
and forget about my tainted heart"
(a little bit)

"Then I'll be the rythm and you'll be the beat
And love, the shoreline, where you and I meet"
(Melody & desire)
"you can't hold me back once i've had some"
(breaking it up)

"I can't write in swedish. It's really hard for me. English, it's much more poetic. There's much more words if you wanna talk about loneliness or love." Lykke Li

Frederic Beigbeder

Shitters Club by Frederic Beigbeder

"Vrei să evadezi într-o lume funky?

Lasă-te condus de Frédéric Beigbeder în Shitters' Club, acolo unde te aşteaptă beţii, seducţii şi uitări de sine."

i advise you to read this book.
the guy is nuts, but marvelous.

Muah!