Master the chaos. Ride the crashing wave. Or you will just go mad. Your choice.

The land shook violently back home. The one in Vienna was still.. as was I. The still waters and floating phlegm that kill you without you noticing were slowly covering my body. Sometimes I could feel them just below my forehead. In the sea of life you see so many, but can touch so few. You are, in a sense, swimming alone in an endless ocean. I ( Read more... )

To put order into it, this whole thing started when I wondered where home is. And I came to the conclusion that home must be the fields close to my grandmother's house. That's where I was happiest because that is where I could be alone. It really says a lot about you, if your favourite place is in the middle of nowhere on some hill surrounded by ( Read more... )

Life is apt to sucking. Don't let that catch you by surprise. You don't need extra proof, you really don't.

I'm The Ultimate Maker of Mistakes. Every time things start to look up, every time I find someone who understands me (or tries to, which is more than half the job), I go ahead and schrew it all up. It's like I'm wound-up and can't stop myself until I've said all the crap I've wanted to say. And once I'm done it all comes into perfect perspective ( Read more... )

Той се е скрил от всички в улицата. Чудя се какъв е бил. С тих глас разказва за живота на другите, никога не говори за себе си. За онези други, които никога няма да дръзнат сами да разкажат, които малко по малко се губят в него - заменили една интимност с друга.. Може би е бил зидар, изваят нежната мрежа от стоманени цветя, която пази нечий дом от ( Read more... )

 Иногда били часы, звенел будильник, и это утешало Муми-тролля. Но
он не мог забыть самое ужасное -- то, что больше  не  желало  всходить
солнце. И правда: день за днем каждое утро брезжил какой-то  серенький
рассвет, который переходил мало-помалу в длинную зимнюю ночь.
    А солнце так и не всходило. Оно  где-то  потерялось,  может,  оно
унеслось в ( Read more... )

Ladela. The cats are meawing again. For some reason they tend to fight after midnight. I like it in a way - my curtains are almost always drawn and I just lie there in bed and listen to them fighting. Try to imagine them - in the snow, or in the newly grown grass (as it probably is today - bright bright green and strung up) fighting over some catly ( Read more... )

Couldn't sleep well last night. Woke up today, accordingly. Downloaded loads of music. It would work, it would work if...

Ако не ми беше толкова гадно. Просто не мога... ПИИИИИИИИИИИИЗДЕЕЕЕЕЕЕЕЕЕЕЕЦь.

If I wasn't hysteric with staying here all day long because it is too cold. Change the weeeather.

Ira just called. And I want to remember that because Ira is one of them weird lovely people who never calls because she lives in a land that has nothing to do with us and has endevours most complicated to attend to there.