четвъртък, 29 септември 2016 г.

неделя, 25 септември 2016 г.

дайв

тя ми каза, че не иска никога да излиза от това. аз май никога не съм била вътре, все съм се носила по едно течение, съвсем друго. то си ме придърпва и ме влече, лесно е.
 Im dumb and Ill chase
Im young and Ill waste you away

неделя, 18 септември 2016 г.

thought of a scientist

the ability to simplify means to eliminate the unnecessary so that the necessary may speak.
crazy mother
       &
stiff father
gave birth
to a weak freak


to a freak so weak
he can not find
a peace of mind
without
other people's
approval
what a loser


trying to move
but your mind is stale
I can see my hands
they are too pale

can't make ends meet
I keep doing
the same things



неделя, 11 септември 2016 г.

mojo risin'

C'mon people, don't ya look so down
You know the rain man's comin' ta town
Change the weather, change your luck
And then he'll teach ya how ta...find yourself

петък, 9 септември 2016 г.

фк

Man cannot live without a permanent trust in something indestructible within himself, though both that indestructible something and his own trust in it may remain permanently concealed from him.
"earmarks of his fiction: the same nervous attention to minute particulars; the same paranoid awareness of shifting balances of power; the same atmosphere of emotional suffocation—combined, surprisingly enough, with moments of boyish ardor and delight."
Miss FB. When I arrived at Brod's on 13 August, she was sitting at the table. I was not at all curious about who she was, but rather took her for granted at once. Bony, empty face that wore its emptiness openly. Bare throat. A blouse thrown on. Looked very domestic in her dress although, as it turned out, she by no means was. (I alienate myself from her a little by inspecting her so closely ...) Almost broken nose. Blonde, somewhat straight, unattractive hair, strong chin. As I was taking my seat I looked at her closely for the first time, by the time I was seated I already had an unshakeable opinion.

thought of a nazi

There is silver blue, sky blue and thunder blue. Every color holds within it a soul, which makes me happy or repels me, and which acts as a stimulus. To a person who has no art in him, colors are colors, tones tones...and that is all. All their consequences for the human spirit, which range between heaven to hell, just go unnoticed.

понеделник, 5 септември 2016 г.

Atmosphere. Again .And again. And again

Im a complete idiot
Its impossible to explain even..its gone so far...... its such a terrrible, disgusting mess. I really do hate myself.
Im walking on air. This doesnt exist, you stupid, stupid ,stupid, dumb dumb dumb little girl.\
Cut? Yeah right, its so fucking easy, right?
Yes, its easy. Painful, but easy.
Oh my, you are such a weakling. Have you looked at yourself recently? You look like a piece of shit, pale, weird, greasy bleached hair, filled with self- pity and self hatred(and just hatred, in general). Low self esteem. No self esteem. YOU dont exist. Youve got no self respect, you feel like an insect.
This is my problem, yeah. Go fuck yourself, it doesnt matter, there is no such thing as what you've imagined,       its just in my head. No love. А на теб някога хрумвало ли ти е, че може би искам да съм сам? A? A? you fucking idiot, you.....how can you be such a weak ,weak ,weak person.....are you a person, if you are counting on another human so much, that you literally cant live without them? What the fuck?! Seriously? I feel like I could _ _ _ , seriously
Do you kind of, sort of, enjoy it? Are you really that stupid? Guess you are, you ...you..complete idiot

събота, 3 септември 2016 г.

Do you think he looks different when he's asleep?





dragging

I can't make happy music. I just can't. I can't even explain why this fact is so scary to me. It makes me feel strange. And I really enjoy happy music. Sounds. I can't make them. All of my music is soaked whit somethin sluggish and distant.