if u r wondering, where is this girl...

she just left, as she always does.

Author: poppyhead. (Lenka Baranová)

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I am the messenger (not that one from Facebook)

I am the messenger (not that one from Facebook)

When I hear the name Marcus Zusak, I remember one book which I have already read from him. It has left me with conviction that this writer is an amazing storyteller, able to narrow in an absolutely original way.  When I’ve read the plot for the next book from him, called I am the messenger,...

you with the flames

you with the flames

it’s not your eyes which attract me it’s not your messy hair or bright smile it’s in the way you tell jokes and then laugh at them as you wouldn’t care what people think it’s in the fact you would stand on the bus just to let older people sit it’s in your face which...

Bohemian Rhapsody – a must-see for a fan of Queen

Bohemian Rhapsody – a must-see for a fan of Queen

When Bohemian Rhapsody was released, it became known worldwide in few following months. It is basically a biographical story of Freddie Mercury whose life ended tragically. His journey may have been short, but on the other hand, this movie shows how phenomenal and appealing it was from the beginning to the end. This is a...

Tiger’s series – passion, fate, loyalty

Tiger’s series – passion, fate, loyalty

Passion. Fate. Loyalty. Tiger’s series consist of these three words. At least that’s what an annotation of the first one states. I am not a big fan of fantasy but this story has captured my heart a long time ago. I am reading it again and again and I find it just as interesting as...

walking away

walking away

Am I able to walk away? Am I able to walk away from you, purposefully, with no need to look back? This is what I’ve been asking myself recently.  Since the moment we first met, I’ve always been afraid of the fall. Or rather, I’ve been afraid that nothing will be there to slow it....

certain moments go on forever

certain moments go on forever

Certain moments go on forever. Like when you waved me this morning, carelessly, pointed your thermos of coffee towards me, as if cheering me lightly, mobile phone in your second hand, driven into a talk with someone who wasn’t me at all. It is more than 9 P.M. and that moment is still rewinding across my...

the words i have never said

the words i have never said

We are sitting in the car together. The evening is warm, your hand is reaching for mine and something in the air is tearing me apart. How when your skin finds mine, I forget to inhale. How you are tender and energetic, both at once, how I wonder whether your lips feels the same. How...