vicious
я хочу уехать из этого города, куда угодно, хоть в тимбукту, караганду, только бы уехать
среда, 23 января 2013
vicious
Люди как свечи: либо горят, либо в жопу их.
-Раневская
-Раневская
вторник, 22 января 2013
vicious
Скажу коротко: утомительное это занятие - минет
среда, 16 января 2013
vicious
I guess I know why I am so afraid
Because all my life was a constant struggle with either my parents or the world and I had a passion or a goal. But now I realize there is a whole world in front of me and I am the one who is living my life, not my parents not my friends. And I truly have no idea what am I living for because everything I have been doing so far is not my passion anymore.
All that city... You just couldn't see an end to it. The end! Please, could you show me where it ends? It was all very fine on that gangway and I was grand, too, in my overcoat. I cut quite a figure and I had no doubts about getting off. Guaranteed. That wasn't a problem. It wasn't what I saw that stopped me, Max. It was what I didn't see. Can you understand that? What I didn't see. In all that sprawling city, there was everything except an end. There was everything. But there wasn't an end. What I couldn't see was where all that came to an end. The end of the world. Take a piano. The keys begin, the keys end. You know there are 88 of them and no-one can tell you differently. They are not infinite, you are infinite. And on those 88 keys the music that you can make is infinite. I like that. That I can live by. But you get me up on that gangway and roll out a keyboard with millions of keys, and that's the truth, there's no end to them, that keyboard is infinite. But if that keyboard is infinite there's no music you can play. You're sitting on the wrong bench. That's God's piano. Christ, did you see the streets? There were thousands of them! How do you choose just one? One woman, one house, one piece of land to call your own, one landscape to look at, one way to die. All that world weighing down on you without you knowing where it ends. Aren't you scared of just breaking apart just thinking about it, the enormity of living in it? I was born on this ship. The world passed me by, but two thousand people at a time. And there were wishes here, but never more than could fit on a ship, between prow and stern. You played out your happiness on a piano that was not infinite. I learned to live that way. Land is a ship too big for me. It's a woman too beautiful. It's a voyage too long. Perfume too strong. It's music I don't know how to make. I can't get off this ship. At best, I can step off my life. After all, it's as though I never existed. You're the exception, Max. You're the only one who knows that I'm here. You're a minority. You'd better get used to it. Forgive me, my friend. But I'm not getting off.
The Legend of 1900
Because all my life was a constant struggle with either my parents or the world and I had a passion or a goal. But now I realize there is a whole world in front of me and I am the one who is living my life, not my parents not my friends. And I truly have no idea what am I living for because everything I have been doing so far is not my passion anymore.
All that city... You just couldn't see an end to it. The end! Please, could you show me where it ends? It was all very fine on that gangway and I was grand, too, in my overcoat. I cut quite a figure and I had no doubts about getting off. Guaranteed. That wasn't a problem. It wasn't what I saw that stopped me, Max. It was what I didn't see. Can you understand that? What I didn't see. In all that sprawling city, there was everything except an end. There was everything. But there wasn't an end. What I couldn't see was where all that came to an end. The end of the world. Take a piano. The keys begin, the keys end. You know there are 88 of them and no-one can tell you differently. They are not infinite, you are infinite. And on those 88 keys the music that you can make is infinite. I like that. That I can live by. But you get me up on that gangway and roll out a keyboard with millions of keys, and that's the truth, there's no end to them, that keyboard is infinite. But if that keyboard is infinite there's no music you can play. You're sitting on the wrong bench. That's God's piano. Christ, did you see the streets? There were thousands of them! How do you choose just one? One woman, one house, one piece of land to call your own, one landscape to look at, one way to die. All that world weighing down on you without you knowing where it ends. Aren't you scared of just breaking apart just thinking about it, the enormity of living in it? I was born on this ship. The world passed me by, but two thousand people at a time. And there were wishes here, but never more than could fit on a ship, between prow and stern. You played out your happiness on a piano that was not infinite. I learned to live that way. Land is a ship too big for me. It's a woman too beautiful. It's a voyage too long. Perfume too strong. It's music I don't know how to make. I can't get off this ship. At best, I can step off my life. After all, it's as though I never existed. You're the exception, Max. You're the only one who knows that I'm here. You're a minority. You'd better get used to it. Forgive me, my friend. But I'm not getting off.
The Legend of 1900
суббота, 12 января 2013
vicious
иногда парням хочется сказать НЕ ТОРМОЗИ СНИКЕРСНИИ!!!!!!
vicious
Мы онлайн целый день, но друг другу не пишем
ну что же это за бред
ну что же это за бред
среда, 19 декабря 2012
vicious
Нельзя передать словами как же всё таки сильно я люблю своих родителей!!!!!!!!!!!
среда, 12 декабря 2012
vicious
stressed, depressed but well-dressed
воскресенье, 09 декабря 2012
vicious
how can someone be so lonely with 6 billion people around him?
вторник, 04 декабря 2012
vicious
почему всем парням, с которыми я сталкиваюсь нужен вкус охоты и добычи. ну разве я похожа на добычу? я устала быть сукой и стервой, я бы за милую душу накормила бы и напоила и истерик я не устраиваю
но нет
это же не интересно
это же доступно
но нет
это же не интересно
это же доступно
понедельник, 22 октября 2012
vicious
надо как то перестать наплевательски к себе относиться
и люди к тебе потянутся
и люди к тебе потянутся
где только взять силы то
понедельник, 01 октября 2012
vicious
меня захлёстывает чёрная всепоглощающая депрессия
и кажется впервые я знаю почему
и кажется впервые я знаю почему
просто.нет.секса.третий.месяц.
воскресенье, 30 сентября 2012
vicious
No one can tell me who I am because I don't know that myself.
vicious
Из всех животных люди — единственные, кто краснеет, смеется, верит в Бога, объявляет войну и целуется губами. Следовательно, чем больше мы целуемся губами, тем больше в нас человеческого.
Дж.Сафран Фоер. Жутко громко и запредельно близко.
Дж.Сафран Фоер. Жутко громко и запредельно близко.
суббота, 15 сентября 2012
vicious
слава конечно богу что ко мне постепенно приходят мозги
но мало того что приходят они медленно так ещё они имеют свойство отключаться
да со мной что угодно могло случиться
столько фильмов столько книг и всё равно ветер в голове
но мало того что приходят они медленно так ещё они имеют свойство отключаться
да со мной что угодно могло случиться
столько фильмов столько книг и всё равно ветер в голове
вторник, 11 сентября 2012
vicious
I am just so tired of being unsatisfied with my life, being alone in this shitty windy rainy city