Hypocritic critic
I'm the cat who lost its black
mistery
Posted on 2016.01.03 at 02:23
“Human relationships were strange. I mean, you were with one person a while, eating and sleeping and living with them, loving them, talking to them, going places together, and then it stopped. Then there was a short period when you weren't with anybody, then another woman arrived, and you ate with her and fucked her, and it all seemed so normal, as if you had been waiting just for her and she had been waiting for you. I never felt right being alone; sometimes it felt good but it never felt right.”
― Charles Bukowski, Women
― Charles Bukowski, Women
nakts ar muļķīgām pleilistēm
Posted on 2016.01.03 at 02:39Spogulīt
Posted on 2016.01.03 at 02:42
Bet vispār man mājās ir burvju spogulis. Ikreiz, kad tajā paskatos uz sevi un nosaku, tu esi kļuvusi vecāka,tā veikalā man paprasa dokumentus. Bet dienās, kad, tajā skatoties, nosaku,cik tu šodien neglīta, mani bārā nosauc par princesīti. Vai dzīvot nav jautri?