niedziela, 5 listopada 2017
piątek, 6 października 2017
niedziela, 1 października 2017
środa, 27 września 2017
niedziela, 24 września 2017
sobota, 16 września 2017
czwartek, 31 sierpnia 2017
niedziela, 27 sierpnia 2017
czwartek, 24 sierpnia 2017
niedziela, 6 sierpnia 2017
hear! hear!
“The hemulen woke up slowly and recognised himself and wished he had been someone he didn't know. He felt even tireder than when he went to bed, and here it was -- another day which would go on until evening and then there would be another one and another one which would be the same as all days are when they are lived by a hemulen.
He crept under the bedcover and buried his nose in the pillow, then he shifted his stomach to the edge of the bed where the sheets were cool. He took possession of the whole bed with outstretched arms and legs he was waiting for a nice dream that wouldn't come. He curled up and made himself small but it didn't help a bit. He tried being the hemulen that everybody like, he tried being the hemulen that no one liked. But however hard he tried he remained a hemulen doing his best without anything really coming off. In the end he got up and pulled on his trousers.
The Hemulen didn't like getting dressed and undressed, it gave him a feeling that the days passed without anything of importance happening. Even so, he spent the whole day arranging, organising and directing things from morning till night! All around him there were people living slipshod and aimless lives..."
T.Jansson"MOomin valley in november"
He crept under the bedcover and buried his nose in the pillow, then he shifted his stomach to the edge of the bed where the sheets were cool. He took possession of the whole bed with outstretched arms and legs he was waiting for a nice dream that wouldn't come. He curled up and made himself small but it didn't help a bit. He tried being the hemulen that everybody like, he tried being the hemulen that no one liked. But however hard he tried he remained a hemulen doing his best without anything really coming off. In the end he got up and pulled on his trousers.
The Hemulen didn't like getting dressed and undressed, it gave him a feeling that the days passed without anything of importance happening. Even so, he spent the whole day arranging, organising and directing things from morning till night! All around him there were people living slipshod and aimless lives..."
T.Jansson"MOomin valley in november"
poniedziałek, 26 czerwca 2017
finders keepers
What r u doing?
Looking 4 a reason to live.
Again?Think u'll find something?
Dont't know.There should b something..somewere
niedziela, 25 czerwca 2017
poniedziałek, 29 maja 2017
wtorek, 16 maja 2017
love
It's like someone pour an acid on your soul.With all the pathetic and miserable ,silly pain of yours;go away love-you're drunk.
wtorek, 9 maja 2017
poniedziałek, 8 maja 2017
poniedziałek, 1 maja 2017
the very girl
It's like someone in the crowd weaving to a king
It's like an ant shouting to the lion
It's like u and me -
- so diferent,unequal,impossible
And in the end there'll be just me
again.
sobota, 29 kwietnia 2017
wicked game :(
What a wicked game you played to make me feel this way
What a wicked thing to do to let me dream of you
What a wicked thing to say you never felt this way
What a wicked thing to do to make me dream of you
niedziela, 19 lutego 2017
sobota, 11 lutego 2017
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