Pavasaris. Mostos zem palmas, saule silda degunu. Šļūcu līdz virtuvei, kur kūp kafija un smaržo pēc svaigiem lociņiem.
What the fuck you were thinking?
Invictus - 15. Marts 2015
Mysterium tremendum et fascinans
15 Marts 2015 @ 09:43
15 Marts 2015 @ 13:28
Burkas rezidence
15 Marts 2015 @ 19:02
how wild it was, to let it be.
What if I forgave myself? I thought. What if I forgave myself even though I'd done something I shouldn't have? What if I was a liar and a cheat and there was no excuse for what I'd done other than because it was what I wanted and needed to do? What if I was sorry, but if I could go back in time I wouldn't do anything differently than I had done? What if I'd actually wanted to fuck every one of those men? What if heroin taught me something? What if yes was the right answer instead of no? What if what made me do all those things everyone thought I shouldn't have done was what also had got me here? What if I was never redeemed? What if I already was?
"If your Nerve, deny you - Go above your Nerve" - EMILY DICKINSON and Cheryl Strayed
Cheryl: Denying wounds where his strength came. Denying his wounds were from from the same source as its power.
Bobbi: We're rich in love.