December 2009
15 posts
I didn't want to wake up
I woke up from the sound of my father’s voice asking me why would I need X-mass lights turned on in the morning. I woke up just to realize, that it wasn’t really him. It was just the last phrase in my dream, an attempt of my mind to reproduce the voice I was never going to hear again, the result of me failing to say goodbye and not realizing, that the last words I heard from him the...
Dec 30th
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cwphoto: twelvemonthvideotape: DECEMBER Remember to like and reblog if you enjoy!! I’m really sad today, but I still enjoy this. Makes me feel better.
Dec 29th
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Daddy ...1958-2009
My Father died on 29 December this year (2009) … That’s a few hours ago. The world is fucking unfair! He fell from a falling crane on work. There were two man, actually, one just broke his leg and my dad..wasn’t that lucky.. he fell on his head, probably got a few hits on it and died almost instantly. Thank you GOVERNMENT of LITHUANIA for saving money on the safety of your...
Dec 29th
Dec 29th
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When I dream about you, I hate waking up and...
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Dec 27th
Childish Games
iamthetinman: I’ll duck you, if you duck me; screw the goose just let it be. If you don’t SEEK, I won’t HIDE; let’s stand in the open side by side.  If you don’t RUN I won’t TAG, let’s take our heads out of the BAG.  Slip and slide on a hungry hippo, run from the blind man in the blind fold, Throw the dog a bone, leave the cricket man alone, To spun out on the marry go round, ashes, to ashes, we...
Dec 27th
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Dec 24th
Tikrai nežinau ar parašiau eilėraštį, šiaip...
Kuo aš tave sužavėjau? Tavo man patinka mintys, intelektas, tai kad tu mąstai. Tu rašai ir filmuoji: reiški savo mintys. Bet rašai tu ir filmuoji svetimiems žmonėms. Gal todėl tavo kūriniai atrodo taip šaltai? Aš pažįstu tave kitokį.
Dec 22nd
You can have my body as long as I can enjoy your soul.
Dec 22nd
Dec 22nd
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Lost Ideas
Today when I tried to pick up an item from my table I accidentally spilled ink, which I kept in a plastic glass on it. The first thing, that crossed my mind was ”Damn!” I looked at the puddle I’d just created and the impression returned: “Damn..” only this time the mood had a different color. What I saw on the table wasn’t spilled ink, it was a melting man, reaching out for something above, it...
Dec 7th
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iamthetinman: starrgazed: cwphoto: twelvemonthvideotape: NOVEMBER DON’T FORGET TO REBLOG IF YOU DIG IT!  =) Diggity diggity. BOMB! Dig it!
Dec 1st