Catch me if you can

that should be the role everyone remembers Leonardo Di Caprio by. Not doomed love stories he naturally played.
He's got a talent. I am convinced.

Faith No More

I Came, I Saw, I run.

My Boss

I just like wanna hit him. physically.

On my last fucking day.

Poetry

Poetry is like a bird, it ignores all frontiers.
-Evtushenko

Durak :)

Durak is a Russian card game. One variant is called "transferable durak" (perevodnoy durak, «переводной дурак»), which permits passing on cards on attacks in certain instances. Other variants alter the ways a defender may "pick up" and the number of cards which can be "piled on" after a defender has picked up.

The object of the game is to be the first player to get rid of one's entire hand after the deck has run out.

In some Durak circles, it is far more important to not be the player left with cards at the end of the game. Hence, there is no winner, only a loser.

understandably, nobody wants that.

yet everyone likes to gamble.

some day I'll pull out the trump.

Ona

I touched you with my wing and flew forward further, bleeding.

I hope it was worth it.

Oy wey

Wisconsin Dells - Party till you drop. repeat.

I got a sister

she is awesome!

I am not alone.

But I am still special.
=)

Post-Intelegencia

I don't hate you.
I wish I could say that I don't love you anymore. More - I wish, I didn't love you anymore.
My hands are down, my mouth is too full chocking on bile... otherwise I really want to tell you how I feel.
I don't grief for myself. No. I am just misarable to see that I can't restrain you for what you have done to "it". It was in both of us - you know it damn well.

I do blame you though.
Who knows how important that was - to keep it pretty.
And now - I'll just have to wear this torn coat, inside out.
and you - wipe the lipstick off your cheeks and forehead that stained your face from my good-buy kisses. And don't you dare to bring it up again. Although... it's not like you ever was concerned about me anyhow.
So just do whatever.
Whatever.





For you, tramp;
Dying in a dream, I often whisper about love,
But I trust in love, while she is far away.
Loneliness sleeps with me on my cool chest.
I lay, I smoke, I meditate. I see into the window.

Opa! Opa!
O where, o where are you, Europe?
I look thoughtfully at the window,
But it is boarded up.

Hey, victim of fire! Turn down your troublesome light.
How pitiful your shout is, however, how wise silence is.
You thirst for freedom, you drink, and you creep behind her.
You grieve, dear, but you don’t know how terrible this woman is.

Opa! Opa!
O where, o where are you, Europe?
I look thoughtfully at the window,
But it is boarded up.

At the word “kindly” I habitually feel stress.
Russia-beauty, you are gloomier than the plague.
I only trust in progress at the cemetery,
And I see that you are still far away from spring.

I know people, I’ve read about them all,
Only enlightenment and blood are able to change them.
The people wait for me, but I, unfortunately, am tired.
O, only please, you do not need to beat me.

Opa! Opa!
Broken glasses.
Opa! Opa!
I’ll burn away from depression.
-Yuri Shevchuk (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yuri_Shevchuk)

DDT

All that shit that I went through - it worthed it just to be there tonight.

I can really say that now - I didn't live for notin'

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just shoot me - you know it is easy.

cold.cold.cold.

?

God - Why men are just so worthless.

It's a day before tomorrow /////

My Star

Everything but the girl

"Lighters Up"

I'm high off livin the life

Everyone saying different things to me

Do you believe in what you see feel?

WOW

I feel good!

So I ...... too much

Hush Now

There is a song by Billy Holiday ........hush now...don't explain....you'r mine, you're in pain....

and who would have thought what it took her for somebody else to write that beautiful song.

Jesus

why some stuff is just like cuts right through me, even though it's only words. just some letters put together.

Sometimes

I really wonder if I am just crazy or brave.
... well... to be very honest. I wonder it most of the times... like pretty much all the time...
yeah..

Obsessive-possessive

Kalinka :)

Good Morning Heartache

Hey now

I cry

and that's ok.

Stars

Falling........................................


This bloody battle I got on the brain -
Death our names was calling...
And from the sky, like a soundless rain,
Stars kept on falling.

Another went down and I wished not to die,
Not to be killed in that action...
That’s how my life to the star I could tie -
A stupid connection...

We were pushed forward, they ordered us: ”Fight!
Spare no shells, no soldiers!”
Here the second star fell from its height
Straight on your shoulders.

This shooting was over and luck took my part -
Seems like I’ve drawn three sevens...
Here a stray star shot me in the heart
Straight from the heavens...

Stars in the sky are like fish in the sea -
Each man can get his packet...
Had I not fallen I’d also receive
A star on my jacket.

I could have given this star to my boy -
Come, sonny, fetch it...
A star in the sky shines so timid and coy -
There’s no one to catch it...

Finally great career opportunity

Dare

So who do you think about, when you turn those lights off and close your eyes?

I need more Patience

And I need it NOW!

Don't believe it

It's nice

that sh*t happens to other people too.

from Archive

Again again.

Seriously

Just walk away.
Please..

Ma

I am scared. I am really scared to think that you wouldn't last forever. I just ignore that thought in the root.
Because it makes me numb. Not the i-cant-feel kind of numb, like what they do with anastesia, but other kind:
- when screaming out in pain that torns your from inside seems like a blessing, a chance to take a breath between that numbness. when there is no sense of time - just enternity. you are paralized for enternity. disabled even to kill yourself to stop it. when every breath is a lifetime. and you are lost somewhere between the end of the moment and the begining of the next one.
I am scared of that kind of numb.

And I am sorry for every day that I spend away from you. And for all the times I haven't said how much I love you. And for every time I made you cry, I made you mad, I didn't help enough.
And I thank you for everything I am.

Mom, please, don't get older anymore...

Is it a crime?

Pablo Picasso

Only put off until tomorrow what you are willing to die having left undone.

Music Will Never Die

Mana-Mana

=)

Love is!

AAAAAAAAAAAAA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-Aaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!
AAA!
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'xcuse me.

Happy 102nd B-day, Man!

Albert Hofmann (born January 11, 1906) is a Swiss scientist best known for synthesizing Lysergic acid diethylamide (LSD). Hofmann authored more than 100 scientific articles and has written a number of books, including LSD: My Problem Child.

We should have bombed it.

-G.W. Bush

http://www.nytimes.com/aponline/world/AP-Bush-Israel-Holocaust.html?_r=3&oref=slogin&oref=slogin&oref=slogin

Well, that's me..

2B/-2B

BAL-A-NCE

and that, sadly, is the answer.

But I believe I can fly!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tzFMNFCBIug&feature=user

I used to think that I could not go on
And life was nothing but an awful song
But now I know the meaning of true love
I'm leaning on the everlasting arms

Chorus
If I can see it, then I can do it
If I just believe it, there's nothing to it
I believe I can fly
I believe I can touch the sky
I think about it every night and day
Spread my wings and fly away
I believe I can soar
I see me running through that open door
I believe I can fly
I believe I can fly
I believe I can fly

See I was on the verge of breaking down
Sometimes silence, it can seem so loud
There are miracles in life I must achieve
But first I know it starts inside of me

Stewie Soulja

two weaknesses of mine together :)

no comment.

Stewie is a man of my dreams.
=(

H. Clinton

Oh boy.

http://www.reuters.com/article/politicsNews/idUSN0633656720080107?feedType=RSS&feedName=politicsNews&rpc=22&sp=true
"Bush really premised so much of our foreign policy on his personal relationships with leaders, and I just don't think that's the way a great country engages in diplomacy,"
"This is the president that looked in the soul of Putin, and I could have told him, he was a KGB agent," Clinton said. "By definition he doesn't have a soul. I mean, this is a waste of time, right? This is nonsense, but this is the world we're living in right now."

PS:
not all women are the same.

American Tail

:)

I am a gremlin from kremlin

=)

us of a

NY

I think that everyone who lives in NY who dont-live-like-they-are-in-NY, have to be deported to the Midwest'n such.
and everyone who is stupid and ugly too
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oh! and everyone who doesn't know how to do "soulja boy" yet.

Tango in Harlem

Soulja Boy

I gotta learn this!!!

=D

PS: my lip gloss is POPPIN!

Stricktly Platonic

Are there any females interested in friendship only!?

Job Interview

I so do not sound like a valley girl - I am from Russia.

or what was I supposed to tell them!?

Puzzle

Find the sign on the picture.

Hormones

If they learned how to collect adrenalin from human bodies, kinda like what they do to snake poison, i could be like a super-donor.

yeay.

Normal

Panic Attacks

What if I don't find a tall enough cardboard-box to live in?

Daft Punk - Something About Us

MY LIFE-TERM PLAN

What the hell

with all these complicated 2-dimensional lyrics? references? codes?

stupid. cowardly.

Yin (dark) and yang (light) are descriptions of complementary opposites as well as absolutes.

You are - white and light
I am - dark and warm

You are crying - nobody sees that
And I - I am scrunching up glass, idiot

You - you love me so earnestly
I, well, I got caught so hopelessly

We - we are whispering secrets to each other
We - we understand everything

But that is not enough

You - you worth of your soul-baring
I - I believe that I worth them as well

You are - a genius, I am a genius too
And if you are searching, it makes it two of us

Pain comes not only from injuries
Fear comes not only from conscience

Funny - not enough surety, as usual

And in the end, I multiply the cigarette butts
And you - you are writing a novel

Z

Tense

Past Continuous.

Present Simple.

Future Perfect.

Girl, Interrupted...

...at her Music

Unfortunately, the movie chooses not to delve into the ironies and social details of Susanna's memoirs. Instead, the script by Mangold, Anna Hamilton Phelan and Lisa Loomer opts to focus on Susanna's interactions with her fellow mental patients and their nostalgic antics. They laugh. They fight. They sneak out at night to bowl a few frames in the basement.

http://www.script-o-rama.com/movie_scripts/g/girl-interrupted-script-transcript-jolie.html

Have you ever confused a dream with life?

Or stolen something when you have the cash?

Have you ever been blue?

Or thought your train moving while sitting still?

Maybe l was just crazy.

Maybe it was the ' s. Or maybe l was just a girl... ... interrupted.

Put her in restraints. Withdraw blood. Hold on. Give her five milligrams of Valium, IV. Turn her head so she doesn't aspirate.

There you go.

Aspirin fragmentsand vodka, I think.

Don't tell me what you think.Take it to the lab.

.... I know what it's liketo wanna die.

How it hurts to smile.

How you try to fit in, but you can't.

How you hurt yourself on the outside... ...to try to kill the thing on the inside.

Last night, he said this.: l don't know what will happen now. We've got some difficult days ahead.
But it really doesn't matter with me now... ...because l've been to the mountain top.

It means "I don't care."
That's what it means.

Ambivalence suggests strong feelings opposition. The prefix, as in ambidextrous... ...means "both."

The rest of it, in Latin,means "vigour."
The word suggests that you are torn... ...between two opposing coursesof action.

Will I stay or will I go? Am I sane or am I crazy?

"What world is this? What kingdom? What shores of what worlds?"

...Polly could be Minnie Mouse and then...
...she'd be hugged, kissed and loved...
...and no one would know what's inside that giant head.

And maybe everyone out there is a liar. And maybe the whole world... ...is stupid and ignorant. But I'd rather be in it. I'd rather be fucking in it... ...than down here with you.

The point is control. Yeah, and here I am, in control, off meds... ...no headaches, sleeping sound.

Declared healthy... ...and sent back into the world.

My final diagnosis.: A recovered borderline.

"Highs and lows increasingly severe. Controlling relationships with patients. No appreciabIe response to meds. No remission observed. Borderline Personality Disorder. An instability of selfimage, relationships and mood. Uncertainty about goals. Impulsive in activities that are self-damaging... ...such as casual sex."

WeII, that's me.

PS: We're rare, and mostly men.
-Lisa thinks she's hot shit because she's a sociapath.

=)