nu-mi place de tine pentru că nu ai fruntea înaltă, pentru că ţi se usucă buzele şi ai gura mică, pentru că esti mai mic decât mine, pentru că pari şi probabil că eşti naiv, pentru că nu ma pui la punct, pentru că nu mă slăbeşti odată, pentru că insişti, pentru ca mă placi, pentru că mie nu îmi place decât de oameni nepotriviţi şi cu care nu am şanse. pentru că nu sunt capabilă să simt ceva. pentru că ar fi prea simplu ca motivele astea să fie adevarate şi de ajuns. pentru că atunci când îmi atingi genunchii nervii mei nu suportă, pentru că în seara asta, când stăteai cu mâna pe piciorul meu, simţeam că ţi-e frică. pentru că deşi te-ai dus sus, a fost ca şi cum m-aş fi lipit de un zid. pentru că ai impresia că dacă mă gâdili e de ajuns. pentru că dacă o să citeşti chestiile astea, şi sunt destule sanse, poate o să treci peste… pentru că o să ştii sigur că e vorba despre tine.
pentru că, de fapt, tot textul ăsta demonstrează că nici eu nu sunt mai presus de banalităţi.
Filed under: ouch
seen René today, and yesterday To see if I’m smiling (one world documentaries). I realise I like talking about them.. being all opinionated and shit, because I like hearing myself speak. Like I’m intelligent or smth. I don’t even care for an equally bright input. and this blows
and 2day was another proof. “Life” is not fair. So many trials and tribulations. why? why??and in times like these, we can’t do anything about it.change is not in our hands
Filed under: random, she's rambling | Tags: other stuff, the national, ting tings, why oh why
the more I reject bands without a proper audition, the more they grow on me. Tonight, the Ting Tings and The National. Well, of course, there are more examples like these (Fleet Foxes, French Kicks, Ra Ra Riot etc etc). Last fm serves for smth. I’ve also been revealed with Pacha Massive
I still don’t listen to the stuff I receive, sent to certain somebodies. 2day, while driving home, I had some moments of.. lack of awareness of the outer. It’s was like I was in a sort of bubble. No stress caused by the weather, the traffic, the other road partners.. just me and my omnipresent thoughts. Dunno why I’m still tied to that idea of camaraderie. it was..doomed from the start. I don’t even want the presence, it’s just that I cannot believe that the 3rd party was such a canker! these things happen, I bet they’re more common that I imagine, yet, they shouldn’t, not when the 3rd party is pure pestilence.
Then again, this is plain, ol’, bitter me who won’t accept defeat. I lost! gotta drink more tea to let it sink in
Filed under: comes as it goes
voiceless. i screamed too much. yet not enough.
Filed under: comes as it goes, random | Tags: ladytron, things, thinking and dreaming, tomorrow
Ruxi’s leaving 2morrow, ’s gonna be kinda weird. it’s been a while since one of us was away for more than a week. 
I finished The last ritual. disappointing. not enough of anything.. chaotic. nevermind
how do I always get myself into trouble? I’m starting to think those palm reading predictions were after all, kinda true. I thought it to be more spectacular, though.
a few nights ago I dreamt I was looking in the mirror, right after I had woken up.. and there was smth changed. I was.. surprised to see I liked the reflection. the big hair, the sleepy face.. then i really woke up, and.. I forgot to look.
)people have to do something when they suddenly have the whole weekend off. so they go shopping, buy grey shoes, they read, bake an apple pie, watch the telly and dream. they dream in the 1st moments of the morning, then they do the same when they have to drive to the city, so many minutes pass, while they’re not even aware of what goes on the street/sidewalk/outside they own blank eyes. they continue to dream when they start talking to people, give the routine answers without even bothering to notice if they’ve been understood and they browse through the daily gossip within the same old, ancient, fucking dream. this means that they mostly live absently. they’re aware on 2 things only: and one of them is that little area at the top of their rib cage (thoracic cavity they call it?) that’s incessantly receiving IT all. funny how it’s been installed there, of all places. why not the palm, or one of the cheeks?
they wonder when someone will make the touch of their knees bearable
