Invisible.

Today I'm invisible, I'm a ghost. I'm not here.
Nothing that happens today seems real. I'm wide awake but I feel like if I was asleep. Like if I was somewhere else, very far from here. Like if there was a thick glass wall between me and the rest of the world, and I can't hear people talking to me, I can't figure out what's going on. And I start to think that maybe this is a dream. A dream in which a cold white sun always shines.


God, I fucking love this feeling.




Alice In Chains – Angry Chair

Yellow heart.

Dark red and yellowish leaves floating in a clear-blue sky.

Everything was yellow in the cold October air.
Yellow emotions, yellow smiles.




Gogol Bordello – Start Wearing Purple

Gogol Bordello – My Companjera

Cosmic dancer.

You shouldn't be afraid to show the world how happy you are. You shouldn't care about what they may think. Say everything you have in mind. Smile if you really mean it. Laugh whenever you want. Sing and dance in the middle of the street if you feel like doing so. The world is beautiful.
Everything in her was so dark, and the black clothes she'd always wear where just a prove of it. But sometimes her mind could be so full of shiny colours, strange creatures and beautiful songs. She was so crazy.


T. Rex – Ride A White Swan

Don Partridge – Breakfast on Pluto

Chocolate cookies. Earl gray tea. Rainy days. The Clash. Sex Pistols. T. Rex. British/Irish films. English literature.

Autumn feelings.

Octubre.

October. Cold & sunny days. Warm & windy days. Rainy afternoons. Tea. Chocolate. The word 'fall'. Staying the whole weekend at home watching movies. Buying winter clothes. The Smashing Pumpkins. The Clash. Watching the puddles gather rain. Fallen leaves on the sidewalks. 70's music. Making plans for Christmas. Reading old books. British culture. The word 'autumn'. Sex Pistols. Green & brown landscapes. October 12. Soup. Pumpkins. Nightmare Before Christmas. Hallowe'en.

I fuckin' love October.