december.

Zakopana v delo in sneg, s premraženimi dlanmi in polita s kuhanim vinom. Mi že cel dan od nekje diši cimet. Lepo je.
Lepo mi je.

Guaranteed.

If ever there was someone to keep me at home it would be you...

Ah, Eddie..

Who loves the rain

Who loves the rain
And loves his home,
And looks on life with quiet eyes,
Him will I follow through the storm;
And at his hearth-fire keep me warm;
Nor hell nor heaven shall that soul surprise,
Who loves the rain,
And loves his home,
And looks on life with quiet eyes.

by Frances Shaw

bumtabumtabum.

Roke se mi tresejo in govorim neumnosti in zmedena sem in popravljam si lase za uho in skačem ti v besedo,ker želim,da veš vse, in te sprašujem in poslušam,ker želim vedeti vse, in si mislim: to je to, med nama bi bilo čisto enostavno, in te gledam in razmišljam,če tudi ti razmišljaš o tem, in si rečem: ne bodi neumna in sem jezna nate, ker mi ne daš miru, in ne znam se zadržati,da ne bi..
Daj,povej,.. Je tudi tebi vsaj malo tako?
Ker se mi zdi,da je zame že zdavnaj prepozno in sem resno zatreskana.
Head over heels.

Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen.

Get out of my head.
Jebenti. Čisto preveč mislim nate.
Na to, kako premikaš prste.
Kako me gledaš, ko govoriš.
Kako si popravljaš lase.
Jebenti.
Get. Out.

Bright eyes.

Zagotovo ni bila ljubezen na prvi pogled.
Čisto možno pa je, da je bila ljubezen na prve sanje. 

♥

uspavanka.

Ah. Te tvoje pomenljive besede,ki mi ne dajo spati.....

Potiho.

Deklica moja, zakaj izbiraš lažje poti, če ti bodo toliko vzele?
Nič ti ne more dati več, kot šepeti pod odejo.

SATC.. again.

Huni, Rimljani in Grki so dobili popolnoma nove dimenzije..
Ah.. Center, que te quiero, Center :)

Words of wisdom.

"An embrace means I don't feel threatened by you, I'm not afraid to be this close, I can relax, feel at home, feel protected and in the presence of someone who understands me. It is said that each time we embrace someone warmly, we gain an extra day of life.. "

P. Coelho

your song.

It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live

If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you

And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world

I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on

So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen

I hope you don't mind..
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words how wonderful life is while you're in the world.

****

I'll say come on, come on,..

Danes sem bila malo Janis.

Roller coaster.

Vesolje deluje po čudnih zakonitostih.
Je najprej poskrbelo za šok in težek začetek tedna, ko sem morala samo sebe bezati iz majhne črne luknje, ki sem jaz sama, in v katero se zatečem ob takih trenutkih, da delam družbo vsem "zakaj-jem" in skrbem.
Nato mi je danes pripeljalo presenečenje v obliki moje najljubše hipsterske blondinke, ki je v uri in pol poskbela, da mi je portugalsko sonce ogrelo srčka in da sem spet malo srečna.
Me prav zanima, kaj mi pripravlja za vikend.

So flutter through the sky..

..spread your wings and fly...
Butterfly.

On my own.

Poleti.
Bom nekje našla vsaj približno tako kul kavarno in tam zjutraj pila kavo.
In ob večerih, ko se mi bo pisalo.
Poleti.

New age.

Whatever it was, I'm over it now. With every day, It gets better.
It gets better.

post festum.

Saj vem, da ni več aktualno, ker je od tega že dva dni.. ampak moram vseeno dati to iz sebe: V petek sem dobila najlepšejši sms v svojih 21ih letih. Najlepšejši sms na svetu,res. :))

Farewell, 20.

Se javljam izpod odeje, s čajčkom v roki,ker je v Ljubljani res mrzel februarski večer.
Malo berem poste za nazaj in vidim,da je bilo kar pestro,to moje dvajseto. Malo naporno in malo stresno. Začinjeno s slovesi in s spoznavanji. Sebe in drugih. Z veliko kave, kot se spodobi. S ponovnimi zbliževanji ter z nekaj odtujevanji. So očitno tudi take stvari potrebne.
Je bil smeh in je bilo petje, ponovno odkrite radosti in nekaj razočaranj. Je bil spet sonček in travniki in filozofija in poezija in kuhanček, tokrat drugače in z drugimi.
Je bilo malo sestavljanja same sebe za nazaj in malo razdiranja sebe za naprej. Da bom imela kaj početi v enaindvajsetem.
Da bom imela kaj početi-poleg tega, da se bom obkrožila z ljudmi, ki mi toliko dajejo in ki jim jaz lahko kaj dam. Ki me spravljajo v dobro voljo- tudi takrat, ko se mi zdi, da bo zaradi matičnih celic in pritiskov in nerazrešenih stvari konec sveta. Poleg tega, da se bom trudila biti boljša.
Da se bom trudila biti Jaz, da K. ne bo treba posegati po radikalnih ukrepih, za katere je včeraj najmanj destkrat dobila pooblastilo.
Poleg tega, da bom, tokrat do konca in enkrat za vselej, opravila s krožnicami in nočnimi metulji in odtujenostjo. Bodo vedno z mano,vem. Ampak ne bodo jaz.
In poleg tega, da si bom nehala postavljati meje. Povsod. In da bom znala prestopiti meje, ki jih postavljajo drugi. Povsod.

Zato adieu, drago dvajseto.
Ti pošiljam en poljub izpod odeje in z razprtimi rokami čakam, da objamem enaindvajseto. Ki bo še boljše,kot si bilo ti.. Bom že poskrbela za to,da bo. :*

Amen.

You know what starts to piss me off after a while? It's when couples always say the word "we". I hate it. We think. We may. We might. But, we feel, that's the big one. Feeling is a solitary emotion. So, you may feel like you're falling in love, and I, me, might feel like I'm being caged.

- Shane, The L World

Somebody That I Used To Know.

Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it's an ache I still remember

You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end
Always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends

But I'll admit that I was glad that it was over

But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened
And that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger
And that feels so rough
Now you're just somebody that I used to know.