Tonight. I have a white rose that I had for 4 years, since I saw Michael. Another one I carried in my backpack for two weeks dying to give it to him as a Halloween gift, but i was too shy to do it in class. I know he would have loved it. I never told him about it. Two roses were lying on my bookshelf ever since we moved in. I have one. I have ( Read more... )

Here's another one about love, jealousy, and revenge. i went to see Jill Tracy two days ago, she was singing about a man who committed suicide in a hotel room on a Christmas eve. I was the only one who cried as she was singing the song because I was the only one who will die before this Christmas. I will miss this life. It was beautiful until i got ( Read more... )

Found an interesting community of goth kids that seem to be grown up enough to take themselves with a healthy dose of sarcasm, they are pretty closed to public I guess but I applied. I am new to LJ anyway, if they don't take me no biggie, but I liked their application anyway, think its pretty smart to even have one. Again it's up to them. I write ( Read more... )

Something really ancient. As usual, a scream for justice. This was written under the influence and just  a couple of days after i started seeing Michael, so that would be a few years ago. Crap, as usual, but I want to remember things, i am incurably romantic anyway.

"I would love to be close to the Eye of God
Because everything we long for is love
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What is is with me and the Irish? I think i have a soft spot for the accent, or maybe being Russian and all makes me feel close to the rowdy, piss-drunk, desperately political and brooding though incredibly melodic nation that we only wish we could be. I hear the accent and I fall in love :-) It is so funny. i spent two weeks with the person i met ( Read more... )

FRISCO
This city of lost afflictions
Of sins that we don't call love
Of charming and stale contradictions
That scare the saints above;

This city of raining sorrow
The city of grey dismay
That answers to no tomorrow
That dreads yet another day;

The city of dark eyeshadows
And hair like the raven's wing;
Of golden forgotten meadows
And desperate summer flings

Of ( Read more... )

Some people I know were having a lot of fun recently...it cracked them up when I started talking to their dog in Russian, quickly apologized and switched to English. Seems reasonable to me, and the dog thought so too; I mean come on, if you think that dogs don't care because they don't understand shit anyways, then stop discussing dinner options ( Read more... )

oh boy oh boy oh boy. Graduation has finally happened. Green Card has finally happened. The only thing that is missing from my life now is something that sure beats them both and unfortunately cannot be ever recovered. I'll miss it dearly; it rather bugs me that I cannot confess what it is yet; not to the world, not yet, not now, anyway. But I'll ( Read more... )

I'm watching TV in the early afternoon (that's when my breakfast on non-school days starts and average person's dinner..ok, lunch begins); flipping through the channels, I find some stupid chick flick on some obscure local channel,and for whatever reason stop on it. Too lazy to get my ass up and switch off close captions taking up half of the ( Read more... )

In caps, on a lid of a milk bottle: "FOSTER FARMS HOMO". they either meant homogenized or they wanted to piss somebody off I don't know. It was really hard not to giggle when I was paying for this insulting milk at the convenience store, especially when my eye caught the sign that said "Roadkill- Just dollar ninety nine" right there next to the ( Read more... )