03 February 2013 @ 02:12 pm
 
nevaru iztureet depresiivus draugus, un nevaru iztureet histeeriski inteligjentus un cheery draugus. varbuut vajag draudzeeties ar dziivniekiem tikai.

man tik ljoti apniik, ka man ar draugiem ir jaaizliekas, ka mani ljoti aizrauj naakotne, un ka es patieshaam no sirds veelos maksimizeet savu 'enjoying life and things', es neko no taa negribu, es veelos mazliet miera un daarzinju ar vistaam un flokshiem.

un man neinteresee realitaates un apzinjas daba, tas nav svariigi, un jaa es labpraat par to uzrakstiitu teezi. un ja kaads apgalvotu, ka es taa domaaju tikai taapeec, ka es to dabu neizprotu, un ja izprastu, tad mani tas aizrautu un intereseetu, tad nee.
 
 
03 February 2013 @ 08:57 pm
champagne, yes. philosophy, no.  

“Because we don’t know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. And yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, an afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you can’t even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four, or five times more? Perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless…”

shausmiigi sirreaala un skaista savaa autentiskumaa filma,

taada, kas liek kreisajai smadzenju puslodei justies neeerti

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