Wednesday, June 30, 2010

well well well.

      



while june is/was bad-hearted, what's left? hide like a thief deep down under my skin.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Sunday, June 20, 2010

... maybe

... maybe miracles can happen, not just in fairytales. I hope.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

well




... I think I prefer feeling sorry now for sad, little, old me than to feel pity for the same sad, little, old broken illusions still me.
the scar still remains.

romances for later.



Monday, June 14, 2010

oh.

come on, let's just lay under the stars and their light or let's just go on top of the observatory, imagine dreams on our skin, while Debussy makes our back track shiver. tell me the feeling.   


 


 

6.32 am




ok... so after it's 6:32 am in another manic, too hot monday ( I want more rain, how can I be blamed for that? ) and not a drop of sleep and a kind of bad picture, I find myself again with the desire to speak.  metaphorical talking, of course. don't know, 'guess it's the SATC season 1 consequence. I wish I could be able to do more, but most of the time I find myself in that stage of "oh, everybody's doing something, working on something, studying on something, being something and you aren't, 'guess you can't." and I'm standing here, being lame, writing about it, probably typing bad english. cute, right?

oh well, talking about... nothing it is in a way... something (?), and hey, at least I'll finally go to bed in peace with myself (sort of), after finding another cup of mint tea and a piece of cookie in the kitchen.

PS: I should definitely try to find a machine to drag all my thoughts out of my head. I could write a book out of them. such a shame.

cookie?

Saturday, June 12, 2010

but darlin'

    

it's too hot inside.




hm. I pretty much like a drop of imperfection these days.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Saturday, June 5, 2010

oh well, this is how the book of blury saturday looks like.




with pink shaded gilly flowers wrapped in my candy bag.

come.

come on, I know we can rise together!

Thursday, June 3, 2010

because.


                                                                                                     s.b.


because you inspire me wicker, balloons and gentle cold air behind my ears, my neck, my shoulders.