A mind that is stretched by a new experience can never go back to its old dimensions.

– Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr. –

 Thinking is my fighting.

– Virginia Woolf –

I love words.

I love boisterous words. The ones that yell at me and force me to notice this fascinating wildness they contain.

I love whispered words. The ones that pass me by at first but have already sneaked their way into my consciousness.

I love colourful words. The ones that make life feel more intense and let me know that mediocrity is not an option.

I love passionate words. The ones that go straight for my heart, leaving me breathless and yearning for more.

I love clever words. The ones that make me nod and giggle a bit.

I love cute words. The ones I just want to hug and give a belly rub to.

I love simple words. The ones that are modest, don’t have to prove themselves worthy and tell their truth in an earnest way.



I deeply appreciate written or spoken words that are able to capture my interest.