my pornography

visualize.us

if life gives you snow, make a snowman.
v zasneženem tivoliju, z mokrimi čevlji. sva zobala korenčke in delala mini zaljubljene snežake.

morem priznat, da zadnje slike nisem jaz slikala, sem se samo pustila slikat medtem, ko sem (neuspešno) probala prilepit nos mojemu snežaku

a bautiful, gorgeous photo by laura evans. see her etsy

ko prvic sneži in se sprehajaš po ljubljani ponoči, preden vsi ostali vstanejo in grejo po svojih opravkih, je sneg še povsod nedotankjen. ce takrat poiščeš klopco, tako z lesenimi deskami, ki je pokrita s snegom, zgledat kot velik, s sladkorjem potresen piškot.
(ta sicer ne, je pa vseeno lepa)

Lately I've been wishing I had one desire,Something that would make me never want another, Something that would make it so that nothing matters, All would be clearer then. But I guess I'll have to settle for a few brief moments, And watch it all dissolve into a single second, And try to write it down into a perfect sonnet, Or one foolish line. 'Cause that's all that you'll get, So you'll have to accept, You are here, Then you're gone. I believe that lovers should be tied together, Thrown into the ocean in the worst of weather, Left there to drown, Left there to drown in their innocence. But as for me I'm coming to the final chapter, I've read all of the pages and there's still no answer, The only words before I know will soon come after, It’s the only way it can be. So I stand in the sun, And I breathe with my lungs, Trying to spare me the weight of the truth, Seeing everything you've ever seen was just a mirror, Spend your whole life sweating in an endless fever, Laying in a bathtub full of freezing water, Wishing you were a ghost. But once you knew a girl and you named her Lover, And danced with her in kitchens through the greenest summers But autumn came, She disappeared, You can't remember Where she said she was going to. But you know that she's gone, 'Cause she left you a song, That you don't wanna sing. Singing: I believe that lovers should be chained together, Thrown into a fire with their songs and letters, And left there to burn, Left there to burn in their arrogance. But as for me I'm coming to my final failure, I've killed myself with changes trying to make things better, But still ended up becoming something other, Than what I had planned to be.
All right!
Now I believe that lovers should be draped in flowers, And laid entwined together on a bed of clover, And left there to sleep, Left there to dream of their happiness.
-brighy eyes-

volevo dire che io la voglio, la vita, farei qualsiasi cosa per poter averla, tutta quella che c'è, tanta da impazzirne, non importa, posso anche impazzire ma la vita, quella non voglio perdermela, io la voglio, davvero, dovesse anche fare un male da morire, è vivere che voglio. ce la farò vero? vero che ce la farò? -alessandro baricco-


(visualize.us, photo by Eliot Lee Haze)