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again i say, i held the question in both hands.
A Seed, or A Stone.
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Something magical has happened to me: like a dream when one feels frightened and creepy, and suddenly wakes up to the knowledge that no such terrors exist. I have wakened up.
Leo Tolstoy, "Anna Karenina"
to my great surprise I found that Tolstoy was loving and sensitive man; I found an enormous number of quotes from his books and his own phrases about love. this two weeks on Luterature' classes we are reading "war and peace" but I wasn't excited of it at all.
I can't help myself staring
at my new classmate.
he absolutely, totally, perfectly, ...,
...resembles
Matt Bellamy
*3*
in his ages. sweet'n'young :3
If I were a boy,
I'd fuck him
>3
happy b-day James X) i'm late with congratulations but i think better late than never :3
and
dear Russian women
8th March has come :3
happy 8th, чо.
i'm totally burdened with permanent abdominal fullness every time after eating, having breakfast, lunch, dinner etc.
if it were my decision, I would never eat
(c)
After a series of unsuccesful attempts to burn the new album, in mp3 format, unto a CD and using iTunes on a Mac, I decided to give it a try on my PC at work. Using iTunes again, I was able to burn it without any problems or error messages whatsoever.
Strange, I thought the guys of Radiohead were all Mac enthusiasts.
http://www.myspace.com/failletemporaire
http://www.soundclick.com/bands/page_music.cfm?bandID=1121727
youtube/silencilliste
i think i should be born as a boy, pretty funny boy. the difference between me (my body) and my mind fucks me slowly and painfully the whole life.
and I hate so-called (thx for yandex.translator) gender bias. I hate when people discuss male and female logics, I strongly disagree with this fact that gender disparity plays any role in psychological side of life and one's mind.
Anyway, it doesn't matter.
my dream is meeting to a wizard who could solve my problem and turn me into a boy :D but it is impossible. I'm dissappointed in existence of magic in this world
what's an idiotic day and idiotic evening of stupid me
I am to write five essays to hand in tomorrow. I have the whole night, big pack of coffee and cheerless mood
what the fuck, what the hell was I doing all this day?
i'm better off dead
please forget the words that I just blurted out
it wasn't me it was my strange and creeping doubt
it keeps rattling my cage
and there's nothing in this world
will keep it down
even though I might
even thought I try
I can't
so many things that keep
that keep me underground
so many words that I
that I can never find
if you give up on me now
I'll be gutted like I've never been before
even though I might
even thought I try
I can't
if you give up on me now
I'll be gutted like I've never been before.
even though I might
even thought I try
I can't
