Это забавно, с нас можно было писать аниме ( Read more... )

There are few days until the final decision of the elections ( Read more... )

I have absolutely no time to write, I have so much work to do and so much desire to sleep, yet so it goes ( Read more... )

god, I lack all sorts of courage ( Read more... )

the faces ( Read more... )

He is obnoxious, obscene, ridiculous, any yet, so profoundly wise about the human interaction ( Read more... )

It was time to admit we’re not getting home. Eugene froze at the edge of an ice block that covered most of the riverbank. Below his feet the dark water flowed swiftly and soundlessly, rolling over the ice. Despite the thunderous skyline of black clouds that hanged over the town on the other side, the wind was calm. Fresh air rose from the snowbound ( Read more... )

  There are moments to question everything. Hours in the floating space of abstracts, which appeared solid only seconds ago. There are moments to question love. What is it anyway? The multifaceted god of warmth. I hear it pouring on me through series of break ups that followed closely after confessions. "We just started fighting when the routine ( Read more... )

Упражнения в словаре.

Inside I'm Wasteland
At times I fear a grayscale wasteland, filled with streams of melting snow on the pitch-black grounds. With branches crafted into the colorless sky like cracks rising from below. A thin dress shivering on the pale skin, so disconnected from the numbness and a dim, vacant look in the eyes ( Read more... )

много странного и очень хорошего происходит в волшебно-осенней рутине вокруг меня. Листья опали, почти не осталось золотых деревьев. За большим окном на моей работе сходят сумерки, зажигаются окна и я открываю сердце перед зимой. Я люблю  декабрь до нового года, я люблю сухой холод, предвещающий снег ( Read more... )