Sunday 28 March 2010

tea pot.tea.green.

In Every rainy day,tea helps you to get on foot.Tea helps you anyways.
Weed 2.

Saturday 27 March 2010

day

shitday,shitday,shitday,shitday,friday,dont remember,sunday

im thinking

Both are sweet,but chocolate stays always and doesn't talk.
READ BETWEEN THE LINES.

koz grīn iz mai feivorite kolor

Feeling spring and kind of starting to like green, but maybe just at home.






Colour your dress or combinate

http://www.yatzer.com/1596_do_it_yourself_dress





Tuesday 23 March 2010

Tuesday 16 March 2010

baby

And yes.

OneNight?

I met him on a night out.
Basement club. Small, grungy, hollowed out cocoon of fairy-lighted rooms.
He was a friend of a friend,and at first I didn't think much of him. Slightly strained conversation over one too many beers.
Later we got lost in the dancefloor, and with his hand in mine the memories get hazy.
TaxiKeysStairsBed.
I was expecting... I don't know, what I always expect. Decent, cold, impersonal.
I turned the light off.
He turned it back on.
"You look prettier with the light on" he said.
In the morning there was no quick exit. I didn't wake to the rustling of sheets, the creaking of the bed and the mumble of
"I'll see you later"
There was no ache in my chest, no bitter taste.
He kissed my head, his arm wound round my waist and fingers tangled together.
"Morning." he said.
You get used to it, I guess. Being treated like shit. You begin to lower your expectations.
I don't care if it was just a night, because that one night means more to me then so many others put together.
And it wasn't because I loved him.

from her blog.

since...













the way he changed my life,the way he smiled and my legs shivered,the way i had butterflies in stomach,the way he had to stop everything to have a cigarette break, the way he played guitar... the way i could only think of him.he made me feel special,he made me feel wanted - even though it was for a short time - he changed my life,he changed everything.

la mort c'est la mort. mais l'amour c'est l'amour. la mort c'est seulement la mort. mais l'amour c'est l'amour. - death is death. but love is love. death is only death. but love is love.

Monday 15 March 2010

me

Well i don't,its so messed up right now,i jus't want to hide from everyone.Maybe it would really be better not to have heart but batteries,and you could always take them out and switch and would no feel any pain..well only if you would want to!

Today's song.

About today.

















Well and i did,i got a new tattoo,so something beautifull counts, and i'm going to do somehting good and beautifull for myself everyday... just need strong hand!!

















reliese me!