НГ 2011.
Ты был странный. Оочень странный.
Но ооочень клевый)
Я вас ♥
P.S. Когда мы все увидимся вновь, я упаду, чесное слово :D
уютная, что ли) вроде из какой-то рекламы.
If God had a name what would it be?
And would you call it to his face?
If you were faced with Him in all His glory
What would you ask if you had just one question?
And yeah, yeah, God is great
Yeah, yeah, God is good
yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
What if God was one of us?
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Tryin' to make his way home?
If God had a face what would it look like?
And would you want to see if, seeing meant
That you would have to believe in things like heaven
And in Jesus and the saints, and all the prophets?
And yeah, yeah, God is great
Yeah, yeah, God is good
yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
What if God was one of us?
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Tryin' to make his way home?
Tryin' to make his way home
Back up to heaven all alone
Nobody calling on the phone
'Cept for the Pope maybe in Rome
And yeah, yeah, God is great
Yeah, yeah, God is good
yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
What if God was one of us?
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Tryin' to make his way home?
Like a holy rolling stone
Back up to heaven all alone
Just tryin' to make his way home
Nobody callin' on the phone
'Cept for the Pope maybe in Rome
влюблена в эту музыку
Мне кажется, каждому нужно осознание того, что он что-то несет в этот мир.
И я всегда задумывалась, а что же такого отличительного делаю я?
Печален ответ, ничего. Это угнетает.
Вдохновение ушло, блять
и все непонятно, и все размазанно. и куча вопросов.
что делать дальше со всей этой жизнью?
может и не надо больше ничего делать и плыть по течению.
или бороться изо всех сил, пока не упаду замертво...
и все чего-то не хватает.
fucking tomorow