miris toplog kruha. - odabrao đelo hađiselimović.

04.03.2012.

miris toplog kruha.

žvakaće od jagode ne će me spasiti starenja, ali će ga barem zasladiti.

taman kada sam pomislila da će ovo biti zima bez snijega, čarolija djetinjstva snažno me zgrabila i bacila u njegovu bijelinu. pa sada mokra i nasmijana opet trčim prema kardinalnim greškama bez previše razmišljanja. nije me briga, sve dok me ova strast, kojoj se nikako ne mogu otrgnuti, vodi. neka svira rokenrol! ja ne ću mariti i ne planiram planirati. znaš, jedna riječ je dovoljna da me oživi, jedno djelo da mi da smisao. dođi i obori me s nogu onako kako znaš. ovog se puta ne ću praviti hladna. povući ću nas oboje u propast, obečajem.

nitko mi ne može oduzeti ovu vilinsku prašinu i osmijeh. nažalost, nitko me ne može promijeniti. znala sam da će do ovog prije ili kasnije doći samo možda nisam bila spremna. ljudi odlaze i ljudi se mijenjaju, ljudi se zavaravaju i skirvaju u laži. fališ mi, istina je, ali to ne znači da je život stao. čokoladno mlijeko i dalje je istog okusa, a ja još uvijek prestrašena trčim u krug kroz sobu punu dima i ogledala.

imam boljih, a imam i lošijih dana. no, negdje duboko ispod djetinjeg humora i prolazne naivnosti, na ovoj najgoroj mogućoj cesti, pronalazim sebe. osjećam da ću jednog dana biti potpuna.

S.

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where the air tastes like snow music.

afektivno djelovanje.

špinat, pohane tikvice, heavy metal i rokenrol. pornografija, ovisnosti i smijeh. gubim čarape, veš i šalove, a pamet sam već odavno izgubila. samodestruktivni idealist i naivno dijete. vjerujem u bajke i nesretne završetke.

Ona.
Family.
Hope.
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u winampu.

And I don't want the world to see me
Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am.
[goo goo dolls.]

I am hanging on every word you say
And even if you don't want to speak tonight
That's alright, alright with me.
'Cause I want nothing more than to sit
Outside Heaven's door and listen to you breathing
Is where I want to be.

However far away I will always love you.
However long I stay I will always love you.
Whatever words I say I will always love you.
I will always love you.

I think of running away.
I can't keep running away.
Can't keep feeling the same.
I can't keep taking the blame.
I wanna run with you.
I don't care what we do,
Gotta get out of this place,
Because it feels like yesterday.

I am not afraid to keep on living,
I am not afraid to walk this world alone!

I think about you a lot now; up there in heaven with the lovely angels.
Whose hair you get tangled up in. Silly how jealous of them I am.

A lot of people are trying to act as grown ups or as adults, but we never really grow up. Life itself changes, but we essentially stay the same.I guess what I mean is, we are all kids until the day we die. It’s just we put on an act on being grown up or mature, yet no matter what. We’re still children.

Ja sam vještica luđakinja.
Letim na metli u vjenčanici.
Nisam trudna.

- Ti si kao ja.
I ja sam vještica luđakinja.
Ni ja nisam trudna.
- A, jesi li ostavljena?
- Ne, ja sam ona druga.
- Kakva je prva?
- Tuga.

The hardest part is letting go of your dreams.

If for one minute you think you're better than a sixteen year old girl in a Green Day t-shirt, you are sorely mistaken. Remember the first time you went to a show and saw your favorite band. You wore their shirt, and sang every word. You didn't know anything about scene politics, haircuts, or what was cool. All you knew was that this music made you feel different from anyone you shared a locker with. Someone finally understood you. This is what music is about.

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd;
[Alexander Pope, "Eloisa to Abelard"]

'Cause I mean this more than words can ever say.

thanks.

Juliet K. Darling (x D)