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събота, 26 февруари 2011 г.
четвъртък, 13 януари 2011 г.
събота, 1 януари 2011 г.
петък, 31 декември 2010 г.
неделя, 14 ноември 2010 г.
неделя, 11 юли 2010 г.
сряда, 7 юли 2010 г.
вторник, 6 юли 2010 г.
събота, 3 юли 2010 г.
петък, 2 юли 2010 г.
неделя, 27 юни 2010 г.
неделя, 20 юни 2010 г.
събота, 19 юни 2010 г.
вторник, 30 март 2010 г.
Arianrhod
I am Darkness who gives birth to the Bright One.
I am all darkness, and yet all the little pinpricks that shine through nevertheless; and any astronomer will tell you that darkness isn't really dark. The further you go, the more stars you find; there are layers upon layers of light. Though they are too faint for your eyes, still they are there if you know how to look. Seek them out. Seek out the light that makes up the dark. Bless the blades of grass as they push themselves out of the dark earth this spring, as innumerable as the stars. You are surrounded by light, by blessings, if you will look. This is a good time, right now, very positive. The stars are aligning, as they say. Take notice.
And remember it all works out.
неделя, 28 март 2010 г.
Ms. Graveyard Dirt - quote/unquote
House of Cards
I just want to wake up from this Groundhog Day nightmare and get the next day started, but I've been stuck on the same day - the same routine - for nearly two months. Some days it doesn't feel like there's any meaning or purpose (so there's nothing worth fighting for), other days I wake up screaming like a Valkyrie, ready to crawl across a cosmic minefield if it means victory.
I feel the boot bearing down on me, but I'm throwing both shoulders into it and pushing against what feels like a brick wall because I know, eventually, it'll collapse like a house of cards.
(AND YOU KNOW THAT AIN'T AN IDLE THREAT BECAUSE A WOMAN DOESN'T DISH THAT SORT'VE SHIT OUT LIGHTLY.)
I just want to wake up from this Groundhog Day nightmare and get the next day started, but I've been stuck on the same day - the same routine - for nearly two months. Some days it doesn't feel like there's any meaning or purpose (so there's nothing worth fighting for), other days I wake up screaming like a Valkyrie, ready to crawl across a cosmic minefield if it means victory.
I feel the boot bearing down on me, but I'm throwing both shoulders into it and pushing against what feels like a brick wall because I know, eventually, it'll collapse like a house of cards.
(AND YOU KNOW THAT AIN'T AN IDLE THREAT BECAUSE A WOMAN DOESN'T DISH THAT SORT'VE SHIT OUT LIGHTLY.)
събота, 27 март 2010 г.
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