Showing posts with label autumn feelings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label autumn feelings. Show all posts

Monday, November 29, 2010

The most simple thing.

The freezing November sun, a clear blue sky.
Fallen leaves on the pavement, snowy mountains far away.
Black and white pictures, unknown melodies.
Daydreaming, planning our travel to the North.
Britpop, The Beatles, Nirvana.

Incoherent, unconnected thoughts.
Sudden blissfulness, a smile on your face you did not expect.





Today, I want to be a photographer.



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Lou Reed – Perfect Day
The Libertines – What Katie Did

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Alive.

More alive than ever.
Like waking up from a profound sleep. Like leaving all the darkness of your dreams behind and opening your eyes to the real world.



How could I know that you would find some happiness in this crazy universe.
The world is black, but you always find some joy in all this misery, some beauty in all the grey chaos.
And you know you like it. You like the sadness, the tears, the pain, the cold rain on a winter morning, the dying sun, the emptiness, the sorrow, the fear. You like your world black.

And you always find the way back home.



Pearl Jam – The Fixer

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

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

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

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

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

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

Autumn feelings.