Thursday, August 30, 2007
it seems I have a weakness I didn't know about, till the day it rained
& it seems my weakness has been bulging, has been forcing its way
it seems I have a weakness I didn't know about, till the day it rained
& it seems my weakness will become my final stage
and it's here that I give, yeah I give you all my love
and it's here that I give, yeah I give you all my love
it seems I had a secret I didn't know about, till the day it poured
& it seems my secret has been bulging, has been forcing its way
& it seems i have a secret that will be my final stage
& it seems i have a secret i didnt know about til the day it rained
and it's here that I give, yeah I give you all my love
and it's here that I give, yeah I give you all my love
Thomas Dybdahl - From Grace
posted by spes 11:43 am 0 comments
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
ick:
posted by spes 7:31 pm 2 comments
[inhale] it sucks that I see you watching this and it means nothing or maybe I like to think you think it's nothing so I feel a little bit better that I believe I feel something when there's absolutely no relation to it at all since no one can possibly understand what I'm feeling right now nor can anyone understand what anyone is feeling these days unless they've experienced something or somewhat similar but what are the chances of that happening if no two people are alike then what's all this about soulmates and fitting puzzle pieces bullshit when we know, we know it hurts but we crave over what's crazy cause that's what keeps us going whether or not, if and so, and when if ever you feel it at all. [inhale]
posted by spes 7:31 pm 2 comments
Sunday, August 26, 2007
couldn't care more:
yesterday morning I woke up from a bad dream..
this morning I woke up to one that's worse..
this is that weak part that I never show the world, sze..
posted by spes 5:29 am 3 comments
this morning I woke up to one that's worse..
this is that weak part that I never show the world, sze..
posted by spes 5:29 am 3 comments
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Loma de Capiro:
posted by mira 3:45 pm 2 comments
It was 7 PM by the time we reached the top. Neatly-cut grass and a huge metallic monument in honor of Che. We take a seat at the edge with our feet dangling and the whole of Santa Clara below us. There are breezes everywhere. And he starts talking about mountains and coffee and crazy cousins. There´s a cactus nearby with names written all over it. I see one side with the names Fernando and Isabel carved into it. Then another with the name Armando crossed out. There´s a boy lying on my chest and the sky is just beginning to turn pink. We see the sun falling slowly. And i think about how golden this all is.
posted by mira 3:45 pm 2 comments
"You burn barns. I don't burn barns":
posted by fuzzkill 1:36 pm 0 comments
Wa wa hey hey, i swear I trusted you today
So so go go, why don't you watch anime?
If pink is pong like sharks sing songs
It wouldn't hurt to be so wrong
Wa wa hey hey, i swear I trusted you today.
posted by fuzzkill 1:36 pm 0 comments
Monday, August 06, 2007
Friday, August 03, 2007
