| Вчера — воскресенье, 20 января 2019 г. |
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| Tell Me a Story Brianna Kennedy 10:17:35 |
 Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn | 
[ A ]
Long ago, in Kentucky, I, a boy, stood
By a dirt road, in first dark, and heard
The great geese hoot northward.
I could not see them, there being no moon
And the stars sparse. I heard them.
I did not know what was happening in my heart.
It was the season before the elderberry blooms,
Therefore they were going north.
The sound was passing northward.
[ B ]
Tell me a story.
In this century, and moment, of mania,
Tell me a story.
Make it a story of great distances, and starlight.
The name of the story will be Time,
But you must not pronounce its name.
Tell me a story of deep delight.
- Robert Penn Warren
Категории: Poem |
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| Позавчера — суббота, 19 января 2019 г. |
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| жадность 15.30 19:12:31 |
 | The Rainwalkers
Подробнее…An old man whose black face
shines golden-brown as wet pebbles
under the streetlamp, is walking
two mongrel dogs of dis-
proportionate size, in the rain,
in the relaxed early-evening avenue.
The small sleek one wants to stop,
docile to the imploring soul of the trashbasket,
but the young tall curly one
wants to walk on; the glistening sidewalk
entices him to arcane happenings.
Increasing rain. The old bareheaded man
smiles and grumbles to himself.
The lights change: the avenue's
endless nave echoes notes of
liturgical red. He drifts
between his dogs' desires.
The three of them are enveloped-
turning now to go crosstown-in their
sense of each other, of pleasure,
of weather, of corners,
of leisurely tensions between them
and private silence.
Категории: Дениз Левертов, Стишки, Литература, Поэт, Поэзия |
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| пятница, 18 января 2019 г. |
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| Взято: Re: in my mind baby dont fake it 12:28:48 |
 not IRL | дeсс 18 января 2019 г. 09:01:02 написал в своём дневнике HOW DOES IT FEEL BITCH!?
чтобы хоть как-то разбавить этот пост, оставлю тут самую потрясающую версию мема с Саске  |
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| m3ss4ge to a nobody questionable reality 11:22:11 |
 | i am just another human being, im not talented, i dont strive for anything great in life, im just another animal of a kind. I am what you would call just a human pelt. A body to use, giving a reason for its worthless space taking life. And i dont mean sexually, more of eventually fulfilling somebody’s living, what our society calls a marriage. If not, i’ll try to live quietly, without interfering with other animal’s livings. Other than that, i am a nobody. A little nobody living in their zone of comfort, which at some point i have realised, finding pathetic. but there isnt anything i can do about it. I could learn basic skills like other humans do, in order to survive in the community. But i am talentless, im not good in sciences nor mathematics, although, i like art, but what im capable of isnt enough to express it. besides, i’ve lost hope in humans being able to understand the art. I think, as a human race - we failed. and im no exception. The only think im certain about that i am capable of - is thinking. a skill that most of our generation isnt capable of anymore. their lives are filled with the innovations of our society that does everything ,preventingthem from thinking. So much entertainment, they have no need to fill their heads with thoughts. but its no news, just an obvious fact that people tend to ignore. Which i think is even more pathetic than my enjoyment of my comfort zone. I am physically satisfied of my living to no limitations, but i ache inside. I ache from the lack of hope of this world. I am disappointed. Its hard to believe that this is life - and thats as far as it gets. Its so disappointing to realise that im just another organism, living on this one planet out of numberless in the universe, just another small organism living its sad life, in the made up society that we think is created morally correct, we? not even me, i was born in someone’s imaginary world. the regulations that are set upon this world are not even real. but being carried away, this is not the main point. the point is that, life is an experiment. my life is just another experiment of 8 billions on this planet, of the human race. i have only known pleasure in life, sadness as well. ive been in the despair, but i have never been to the bottom. i ache, because i lack the understanding and the knowledge of the reality. i ache, because im a nobody, and its the truth of the fact. i ache, because i question the point of MY life. i ache from people’s stupidity and ignorance. thats where my story starts with you. i am glad to have met you, somebody who sees beyond what is ethical. someone, i believe is a thinker too, yet stuck in the grey routine of the reality. we arent getting any time, we are just losing it. second by second. and i think you understand it. Yet, i dont wanna create any philosopher out of myself, i am an animal with basic instincts. i could’ve said that my interest and admiration of you has grown into feelings, but who, from all of the people i know, knows that they dont really have its place, more than you. your existence gives me certain emotional impulses, but giving it a thought, i think that youre right. Freud is right, and all of our decisions are based on sex. my interest in you was based on it, for sure. my emotions are based on it. my care for you is no more than sexual drive and respect in admiration. if it was broken down, theres no more to that. i like speaking to a person like you. consequently, i am capable of nothing but think and suck on all of the knowledge i can fit in my brainpan. I also think that one of the steps towards relieving the unbearable pains within, is hitting the bottom. I am fond of despair, pain, hopelessness because i think that the world (the world that we know) is truly consistent of that, all my pleasures and comfort is just an illusion that i used to live in, but i awoke. my life is just an experiment and i want to get to the bottom of understanding. Due to myself just being another basic animal, i dont dare deny it. the common instinct of self survival wouldnt let me ‘hit the bottom’, truly understand and concur the pain that we know. I believe physical pain evolves into the one within, the knowledge of this life’s horrors. My flesh is just a road to take towards the inspiration and enlightenment of my mind. or so, that is my belief. As in, for you. You bring hope to my life for gaining that enlightenment. apart from that yourself attracting me in an animal way. You think, you became my online friend. now i understand that your presence helped me understand what i want better. or in other words, my unexplainable ‘feelings’ for you were questioned, and i attempted to find an answer to it. You raise a curiosity in me. and for now, you are the only person i think i can share such ideas with. apart from that, despite our miles away, i would trust you with helping me understand all the despairs of the world that i live in - one of the versions of this world, the one i try to understand. i mean, we all have our sets of eyes, and i explained how i see with mine. The other nights requests that i made, were out of nowhere. I was hit with a sudden emptiness and void, i didnt know why and was unsure if you wanted to know. eventually my mind was suffering from an unknown encounter. i didnt have the power of words to express it. not knowing why, but leading me to the desire of being hurt by you. so maybe, heres why, the concept that would answer your questions. youre quite an important figure of my conclusions lately, so i wanted to be honoured to be hurt in a special way, maybe with some feeling towards me, apart from the cold satisfaction of seeing somebody getting hurt. i didnt wanna be a somebody. i still dont, and thats the answer my questions were targeted for, which i was still unsure about. unsure whether youd enjoy my pain any more than other people you know. but then again, i think im a web nobody to you. but its not the point, again. Coming to a conclusion as to why i said all this - i woke up with a clear mind, and it was hurting.
Like i said, i like art, but im not an artist. yet. I think i could turn my life into a canvas, which could be made into a masterpiece with my living suffering, which i think a person who understands my art, such as yourself could be the right assistant for. |
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| четверг, 17 января 2019 г. |
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| never know best Elunе 15:15:25 |
 Не успела забыть сладости маминой домашней выпечки. |
В жизни происходят только гадости какие-то.
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| W haarden 07:51:25 |
 Х.й там плавал. | Господи, лучше бы ты исчезла с глаз моих.
Я всё ещё тебя не простил за то, что ты сделала.
Пусть я обещал тебе, что прощу.
Но люди склонны пиздеть, представляешь?
Не прощу.
Не смогу.
Не хватит душевных сил.
Я знаю, что нас всех учили прощать.
Но я же всегда иду против системы.
I’m a bad liar, bad liar
Now you know, you’re free to go. |
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| you KNOW Determiness 18:52:25 |
 | В этом случае стоит признать сей факт и отпустить время. Всё, что надо, случится ВОВРЕМЯ.
Со временем привыкаешь ЗНАТЬ, когда это ВОВРЕМЯ должно случиться.
Категории: Цитаты, Соционика |
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| They Say I Was Born a King's Daughter | Wang-ui Ttallo Taeeonassdago Habnida Chiquitita 10:58:33 |
 | Мне сказали, что я переродилась принцессой
Жанры: романтика, дзёсэй, фэнтези, комедия
Категории: В цвете, Манхва, Веб
Сценарист: Пи Чхю
Категории: МАНХВА, В цвете |
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| вторник, 15 января 2019 г. |
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| So sad u know повелитель трав 16:00:25 |
 | После просмотра сёдзе ощущаю себя самой одинокой собакой на планете |
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| понедельник, 14 января 2019 г. |
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| You will never know — I will never show. fur immer 13:52:52 |
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Я, конечно, не ждала от тебя ничего хорошего, но и на такой тесак промеж ребер не рассчитывала.
Как же хорошо, что когда я захожусь от ярости, мне достаточно просто вспомнить, какой кусок дерьма из себя представляет твоя жизнь, и, в сущности, я сразу чувствую себя отмщенной.
Категории: Keep the wolves from the door., Всего плохого |
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