I like it when people smile, it makes them so much prettier. It can mean anything, and everything. Smiles are always responded with a smile, no matter how surprised, sad, amazed or hurt the person is. 
I like the real smiles best, the smiles that can be seen in their eyes, the smiles that lighten all their face, the smiles that could last for minutes. The smiles that come to their faces when they are with someone they like a lot, someone they love. The smiles that show how happy they are. 
I like the smiles that flash on their faces, for just a second, even when they are sad, when they hurt inside, when they’ve lost something, or someone. The smiles that are a reaction to something that they see, something pretty, cute, beautiful, funny. The smiles that show that everything’s not lost. 
I like the smiles that they use to show that they’re fine - even when they’re not. Don’t get me wrong here, I don’t like pretending part of the smiles. But they are still beautiful with their smiles. Maybe the respond smiles make them feel a little bit better for a second, or just a quarter of second, I like that option. And maybe they just smile to see the other people smiling, I like that too. Or maybe they just smile to cover how hurt they are, because they don’t want people to know, or maybe they indeed want them to ask. I still like those smiles.
What I don’t like, are the smiles that say: “Hey you, wanna come to my place this night, whore?”, the smiles that you get from men when you’re walking just normally on the street. 

Il ne faut pas de tout pour faire un monde, il faut du bonheur et rien d’autre.

— Paul Éluard, La Château des pauvres in Poésie ininterrompue, 1946
The sea is perfect.
It’s beautiful. It’s powerful. Wild. Free. Capricious. Calm. Playful. Stormy. Grey, blue, green. Dark, colourful, pale, fair. Happy, yet sad. It’s the source of life, yet it can kill. It’s enormous.
And it goes all the time on it’s regular cycle, forever and forever, without changing. Is that what makes me cry when I leave the sea? Knowing, that it will wait for me, the same as always, stuck on it’s own role, while I go get older, get changed?

Sea means eternity, in it’s sad, happy, calming and agonizing forms, and in every other too. And still, it’s perfect. 

Does it mean, that being perfect actually would be sad? 

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The weather is beautiful, isn’t it? But not only outsides.
That’s because of you. 
Butterflies are so glorious.
They are light and beautiful, like fluffy linen or swirl of smoke flying in the wind. 
They drink nectar from the flowers, they waltz in the air, they’re careless and they don’t need to worry about anything.
I’d like to be a butterfly
She is pretty from her looks, good for her. They see her, and they appreciate her. 
Then there’s you. You’re not too pretty, that’s what they say. But you are different inside. And when they’ll see the uniqueness of your soul, they’ll see you.
They’ll see how pretty you are, and they’ll remember you.

I’d prefer being remembered for who I am, than appreciated for how I look. When being remembered because of my personality, I’ll be appreciated because of it, too. 
THE DINGO ♥ 
Dingo - Valkoiset tiikerit


Tiikeri silmissäni, metsästäjät kannoillani
Minä ymmärrän sua, sinä ymmärrät mua
Se on jotain


Tiger in my eyes, hunters just behind
I get your thougts, you get mine
It is something

♥
“Hey you, my little Sunflower, 
May I put you on my windowsill? Then the sun will always shine on the sky and in my heart. 
With love, Me”

Nothing is simple in life, the happiness either.