Es drīz atvainošos par to,ka esmu.
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25 Novembris 2013 @ 21:22
20 Novembris 2013 @ 17:22
20 Novembris 2013 @ 15:49
“You don't make a photograph just with a camera. You bring to the act of photography all the pictures you have seen, the books you have read, the music you have heard, the people you have loved.”
― Ansel Adams
06 Novembris 2013 @ 13:17
Gaidu.
05 Novembris 2013 @ 16:51
"Redzi, mums visu laiku liekas,ka gribam visu zināt, visu par citiem zināt, ko viņi domā, ko jūt, bet, kad man tas viss nāk virsū... es tev pateikšu godīgi, tas nav nekas skaists. Un īstenībā cilvēki neko negrib zināt, jo zināšanas liek viņiem mainīt savus plānus, ieceres, savu domu gaitu, darbus, izturēšanos, bet neviens to īstenībā negrib, tāpēc cilvēki sarullē ausis un dzīvo puskurli, dzird tikai to, ko vēlas, jo tad nav jāmaina iecerētais virziens. Ir ļoti maz cilvēku,kas meklē savu ceļu, kas meklē atbildes, lielākā daļa vēlas iet pa iemīto taku un neko nemainīt, vienvārdsakot, nepiedzīvo brīnumu. Bet sava ceļa atrašana ir brīnums, jo tas notiek tik reti." Inga Žolude
01 Novembris 2013 @ 12:39
There comes a time when you look into the mirror and you realize that what you see is all that you will ever be. And then you accept it. Or you kill yourself. Or you stop looking in mirrors
Tennessee Williams
31 Oktobris 2013 @ 19:37
Šodienas pirkums:
Andra Manfelde - "Ziemeļu Tirgus"
Inga Žolude - "Santa Biblia"
Džins ar toniku.
Četri mandarīni.
Andra Manfelde - "Ziemeļu Tirgus"
Inga Žolude - "Santa Biblia"
Džins ar toniku.
Četri mandarīni.
29 Oktobris 2013 @ 12:17
22 Oktobris 2013 @ 14:39
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Aptuveni šādi izklausās mans atvaļinājums.
Varbūt, arī ne, bet šīs dziesmas ir lieliskas un liek man aizmirst visu.
21 Oktobris 2013 @ 16:17
Confused what I thought with something I felt
Confuse what I feel with something that's real
Ļoti patīk dziesma.
12 Oktobris 2013 @ 13:13
"Bet es neesmu dzīvnieks un mirklis nav manas mājas, mirklis nav mana ieejas biļete laimē. Esmu nākotne, trausla kā ledus mirkli pirms iziešanas uz jūru, esmu pagātne, ciešanu smagais miltumaiss likteņa plecos. Esmu nākotnes un pagātnes vienlaidus projekcija uz balta, nekustīga audekla. Še vietas vienmēr pietiek vien nebeidzamajām ilgām. Bet laime ir tikai zibšņi, sīki sprakšķi starp kustīgajiem attēliem uz nekustīgā audekla."
09 Oktobris 2013 @ 13:04
And her heart said: “Fire it up”
And her soul said: “Fire it up”
And her mind said: “Fire it up”
Let love live again
And her soul said: “Fire it up”
And her mind said: “Fire it up”
Let love live again
02 Oktobris 2013 @ 13:15
30 Septembris 2013 @ 14:54
27 Septembris 2013 @ 11:47
21 Septembris 2013 @ 11:06
Tātad.
Ja nu kādam ir kādi dzīvokļu piedāvājumi vai ko zina,raksties,zvaniet un sūtiet baložus.
Ja nu kādam ir kādi dzīvokļu piedāvājumi vai ko zina,raksties,zvaniet un sūtiet baložus.
17 Septembris 2013 @ 11:42
"I am not sure that I exist, actually. I am all the writers that I have read, all the people that I have met, all the women that I have loved; all the cities that I have visited, all my ancestors . . . Perhaps I would have liked to be my father, who wrote and had the decency of not publishing. Nothing, nothing, my friend; what I have told you: I am not sure of anything, I know nothing . . . Can you imagine that I not even know the date of my death?"
Horhe Luis Borges
09 Septembris 2013 @ 21:55
03 Septembris 2013 @ 17:23
25 Augusts 2013 @ 23:20
21 Augusts 2013 @ 13:54
15 Augusts 2013 @ 21:07
08 Augusts 2013 @ 12:49
07 Augusts 2013 @ 16:35
“We are the generation of nostalgia. We grew up in the age of transition. From hand-written letters to electronic mails. From film to digital. We were fascinated by new things, neglecting the way we spend our afternoons. Cupcakes and tea. Play-Doh and Polly Pockets. Young and naive. Technology completely changed the way we waited and we grew up too fast. The simple things in life seems more meaningful now. We grew up in the age of transition and have become the generation of nostalgia.”
01 Augusts 2013 @ 13:39
