i'm just looking, i'm not buying

you were wrong

today started foggy and dark and fast-paced.
white beautiful building associated with bad feelings.
trees.
branches.
cold.
there's a little green house in front of me, with its little picket fence and a pile of wood for the fire on the side.

waiting for the the day to sun up.

today: messy

my head my hands my heart are forming

waiting for peace, waiting for children to be born

don’t be sad, I know you will,

Am aflat abia ieri ca exista, iar azi am ascultat doar piesa asta. Probabil pentru ca personajul este, de data asta, mai frumos decat muzica pe care o face. Nu stie sa cante, dar nu prea are de ales, pentru ca are prea multe de spus.
Exista un documentar despre el, se numeste The Devil and Daniel Johnston. E genul de film care iti arata, in 2 ore, cum creste si se defineste, si apoi cum imbatraneste un om, fara sa gaseasca niciodata ce cauta. Cel putin mie asta mi-a aratat. Probabil filmul vroia sa spuna altceva.



(Daniel Johnston - True Love Will Find You in the End)

finish your collapse and stay for breakfast

Dobrogea in black and white

it was the best of times

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way (...)

Charles Dickens - A Tale of Two Cities de aici

we hope that you choke that you choke

pack and get dressed

before your father hears us

before all hell breaks loose

brasov

la ora 9 m-a trezit telefonul. de atunci si pana acum, deci de 3 ore, ma plimb dintr-o camera in alta intrebandu-ma daca vreau sau nu sa merg la brasov. intr-un final, m-am gandit ca daca nu gasesc nici un raspuns, poate ca ar trebui sa stau acasa. 

din intamplare, in timp ce ma framantam incercand sa dau de cap dilemei, ma jucam cu niste poze care parca parca ar fi de la brasov. e ca si cand m-as fi dus de fapt...

grand people

evolution

remember this?

it turned into this:

ciudat cum imi doream un an fara iarna, si chiar asta am primit, dar am primit doar partea urata a unui an fara iarna, adica un an fara zapada. 

cred ca atunci cand mi-am dorit un an fara iarna am vrut sa spun de fapt ca vreau un an plin de vara. dar am uitat sa mentionez. 

mai am o speranta de zapada la londra. in rest.. still waiting for the summer. 

the dark of the matinee

home

in cartea lui murakami, el se minuna pentru ca ea ii ascundea lucruri si ii spunea ca nu are sens sa se intample asta. o cunoaste de atat timp, ii cunoaste fiecare centimetru al corpului, ce ar mai putea avea de ascuns? ea ii spune ca celulele din corpul nostru se innoiesc in fiecare luna. si ca toate lucrurile pe care le-a invatat despre ea pana acum, in momentul asta sunt pentru ea doar amintiri.
mi s-a parut trist.
cu sau fara nicio legatura, imagini:

in its eyes i was sure i saw some form of understanding, but i didn't see forgiveness