why is everything so hard? why cant I understand myself? why do I want one thing but after 2 days the opposite? why cant I stop my mind? just live, dont think about something or someone. why did I so want to exit? and now I think its better to die than to go away. why do I suppose that I cant go through 2 weeks without them? its not real, but I know i gotta miss them... because they're my friends. i really love them. and I dont care if they forgot to love me back. `cuz i'm lost without them. they're the best guys in my life...

Rain

And,
After the rain,
Our umbrella
Becomes a cane,
And,
"Whatever will become of us?"
Becomes "...became."
/David Thewlis/
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Tree Hill is just a place somewhere in the world.
Maybe it's a lot like your world. Maybe it's nothing like it.
But if you look closer, you might see someone like you....
Someone trying to find their way...
Someone trying to find their place...
Someone trying to find their self.
Sometimes it's easy to feel like you're the only one in the world
who's struggling, who's frustrated, or unsatisfied, or barely getting by.
But that feeling's a lie.
And if you just hold on, just find the courage to face it all for another day,
someone or something will find you and make it all okay.
Because we all need a little help sometimes...
Someone to help us hear the music in the world,
to remind us that it won't always be this way.
That someone is out there. And that someone will find you.

rape me
rape me my friend
rape me
rape me again

happy birthday, Kurt. we remember.

Самое страшное из зол - смерть - не имеет к нам никакого отношения, так как пока мы существуем, смерть еще отсутствует; когда же она приходит, мы уже не существуем.

Эпикур

 

 

"But they were not living, thought Harry. They were gone. The empty words could not disguise the fact that his parents’ moldering remains lay beneath snow and stone, indifferent, unknowing. And tears came before he could stop them, boiling hot then instantly freezing on his face, and what was the point in wiping them off or pretending? He let them fall, his lips pressed hard together, looking down at the thick snow hiding from his eyes the place where the last of Lily and James lay, bones now, surely, or dust, not knowing or caring that their living son stood so near, his heart still beating, alive because of their sacrifice and close to wishing, at this moment, that he was sleeping under the snow with them."

я не фанат и не стремлюсь им быть. я просто делаю то, что мне нравится. слушаю, то что мне нравится. читаю то, что мне нравится. делаю что хочу. и прошу не задавать мне вопросов типа: ты фанатка гарри поттера?
я не люблю фильмы про Гарри Поттера. я только читаю книги. это пожалуй единственное что мне помогает.
я не рисую сердечки и не ношу каблуки
я не визжу от восторга и не люблю розовый цвет.

я рада всем. заходите. только прошу примите меня такой какая я есть. =)