Monday, December 31st, 2012 |
16:25 |
you really do think your life is a romantic comedy, don't you? |
Saturday, December 22nd, 2012 |
23:27 |
mans sapnis ir 80 terrabaiti smeldzes dziesmu |
Wednesday, December 19th, 2012 |
17:00 |
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Tuesday, December 4th, 2012 |
00:45 |
beidzot sapratu, kur ir tā problēma. es ar tevi nejūtos droši. ļoti vienkārši un ļoti sagraujoši. |
Saturday, December 1st, 2012 |
00:31 |
diena ir mana kleita kaut kad sen agrāk mana mīļākā grāmata bija literatūrkritiķa Gunta Bereļa "Neēd šo ābolu, tas ir mākslas darbs". Jau nosaukums vien man likās ģeniāls, tāpēc vietumis garlaicīgās lapas paskrēja nemanot. šovakaru pavadu lasot viņa intervijas un pārējos darbus http://berelis.wordpress.com/. |
Saturday, November 24th, 2012 |
19:24 |
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Tuesday, November 13th, 2012 |
00:12 |
tu reizēm izdari tik, tik stulbas lietas. |
Tuesday, October 30th, 2012 |
18:07 |
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Saturday, October 20th, 2012 |
18:57 |
rauj iekšas laukā |
Sunday, October 7th, 2012 |
19:36 |
fuck what you think is real |
Tuesday, September 25th, 2012 |
23:11 |
pāries. |
Friday, September 7th, 2012 |
23:53 |
nevaru. |
Saturday, July 21st, 2012 |
21:01 |
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11:40 |
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Thursday, June 14th, 2012 |
22:10 |
kad man ir vientuļi, es gleznoju. |
Saturday, June 2nd, 2012 |
09:11 |
pilns ar balsīm. naktī galvā. rītos matos. dienā rokās. pamēģini tikai nedziedāt līdzi. |
Sunday, May 29th, 2011 |
17:58 |
gribas norauties. bet nezinu, kā, kur un kāpēc. |
Saturday, May 21st, 2011 |
10:19 |
katram te ir savs numurs. arī man. |
Sunday, May 15th, 2011 |
17:20 |
ja nu kaut kas mani tracina, tad tā ir neizpratne par to, kā daži ļoti patīkami džeki draudzējas ar tik briesmīgām meitenēm. nu, labi - ne briesmīgām, bet tik ārkārtīgi nepiemērotām sev. Katru dienu tādus pārus redzu. nu, ka meitenes ir baigās raganas un izmantotājas. jei bogu nobūrušas! |
Tuesday, May 10th, 2011 |
21:44 |
I don't know you But I want you All the more for that Words fall through me And always fool me And I can't react And games that never amount To more than they're meant Will play themselves out
Take this sinking boat and point it home We've still got time Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice You've made it now
Falling slowly, eyes that know me And I can't go back Moods that take me and erase me And I'm painted black You have suffered enough And warred with yourself It's time that you won
Take this sinking boat and point it home We've still got time Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice You've made it now Falling slowly sing your melody I'll sing it loud
Current Music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bvuAB3u9GnE |