what the fuck has "i" become,
where am i?
clearly lost it in me sometime long ago.
still hidden in there,
before the loss and the emptiness,
the high and the low.
i have to find it and claim it back
before it rots, decays and ends in smoke.
sâmbătă, noiembrie 27
angst
trying to turn one's life around,
what the fuck has "i" become,
where am i?
clearly lost it in me sometime long ago.
still hidden in there,
before the loss and the emptiness,
the high and the low.
i have to find it and claim it back
before it rots, decays and ends in smoke.
what the fuck has "i" become,
where am i?
clearly lost it in me sometime long ago.
still hidden in there,
before the loss and the emptiness,
the high and the low.
i have to find it and claim it back
before it rots, decays and ends in smoke.
marți, noiembrie 23
Kate
Kate Moss by Juergen Teller
I like the way she looks like she's been on it for a couple of days and just thought "fuck it let's take some photos".
tobaccoandleather.blogspot.com
ucameoutofastrobe.blogspot.com
thefashionspot.com
luni, noiembrie 22
too fuck to drunk
great band, great concert, great time. i danced my shoes off. but now im too drunk too drunk too drunk
P.S. Oh je suis trop bourrée..pour baiser
P.S. Oh je suis trop bourrée..pour baiser
sâmbătă, noiembrie 20
my ugly boy
And I know what I'd like to do, take him down and make him fall
And i know how I'd like to roll, my my ugly boy
-i'm so glad they're back. and god they're cool.-
And i know how I'd like to roll, my my ugly boy
-i'm so glad they're back. and god they're cool.-
marți, noiembrie 9
toska
(russian) upset or pain, anguish, distress. the adjective toskliviy is translated as "dismal", "dreary".
“No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody of something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom.”
-V. Nabokov
“No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody of something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom.”
-V. Nabokov
vineri, noiembrie 5
À Paris
ah, Paris, mon amour
(Edith Piaf- Sous le ciel de Paris/Yves Montand- À Paris/Edith Piaf- Notre Dame de Paris)
friday im in love
november, you little bitch. these days linger and time flutters around and everything is so insignificant and chaotic. i wanna fucking forget it. this week, what a week. what a mess.
i dont care if mondays black, tuesday, wednesday - heart attack, thursday, never looking back- its friday, im in love.
i dont care if mondays black, tuesday, wednesday - heart attack, thursday, never looking back- its friday, im in love.
joi, noiembrie 4
things that annoy me today #1
- low battery
- being an insecure mess
- stupid questions
- it's not friday
- people walking slowly in front of me
- too much food
- no concerts/good movies tonight
- not feeling like moving on
- stupid nike shoes
- 'eat pray love'
- doesn't get my telepathic message saying to mind
- being broke
- ham
- boys who wear white jeans
- needing/wanting a cigarette
- pickpockets
- stupid people
- that song playing again and again in my head
- bad hair day
- having stupid insignificant problems
- and minding them
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