| Marwolaeth is Welsh for ''death'' |
[Apr. 16th, 2015|11:40 pm] |
| [ | Sajūtas |
| |  tired | ] |
| [ | Skaņas |
| | Village - Dive | ] |
Incantation.
My favourite flowers do not grow here. There are others, but they do not carry the scent of being home.
Its an unrefined feeling of ''I want'' vs ''I'm good as I am''.
It felt like you were the connection to everything I held dear, but I was wrong. I myself am that connection and I can shoulder myself well. I always could, just wasn't aware of it. |
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| Lāsumoti sapņi |
[Apr. 5th, 2015|12:26 am] |
| [ | Sajūtas |
| |  exanimate | ] |
| [ | Skaņas |
| | Ficci - While the city dreams | ] |
Saliku krāsoties olas. Pirmo reizi viena pati - redzēs, kas sanāks :)
Ir tāda jocīgi ''tingling'' sajūta. Par visu, kas šobrīd notiek. Laba, viegli gaisīga. Kā svaiga kūka Vecrīga.
Maija dikti glītu pulksteni uzdāvināja. Prieciņš. Mazliet noraustījos, bet īstenībā jau nav par ko. Dzīve tikai turpinās un viss īstenībā ir tik ļoti ļoti labi ^^
Un tu? Tu esi. un man par to ir liels prieks. |
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| Līdz galam neuzvārīta tēja. |
[Mar. 16th, 2015|04:29 pm] |
| [ | Sajūtas |
| |  cold | ] |
| [ | Skaņas |
| | Celldweller - Eon | ] |
You leave me without cohesive words.
You confuse me and make me feel for the wrong reasons.
It scares me. It scares me more than anything else.
Man šķiet, ka tā ir karma, jo es ļāvu tam taurenim kāpņu telpā nomirt. |
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