Ты ожидаешь от жизни намёка, знака

Ты ожидаешь от жизни намёка, знака

Вот только не надо искать -- там, где нет его -- смысла:

Просто найди себе своего Пастернака,

И пишите письма,

Живите в тех письмах, в словах проводя время вместе,

Чтоб каждое слово -- как камень,

Чтоб каждый сон -- вещий...

А потом стоять на коленях за день до отъезда

И подвязывать вещи.

Не надо ни встреч, ни совместных поездок по дачам --

У вас есть бумага и перья, и больше не нужно.

Тебя ему выдали вместе с талантом впридачу,

Тебе его дали взамен за прогнившую душу.

Ты понимаешь -- и этого в целом довольно:

Можно не знать всех деталей, но чувствовать кожей.

Она тебе пишет, что любит, хоть страшно и больно,

Тебе тоже страшно... при этом ты любишь тоже.

Ты её видишь единственным небом законным,

В вас есть сквозняк, а ещё -- бесконечное море;

Ты всё понимаешь, тебе эти чувства знакомы --

Вы оба подобное носите вечно с собою.

Ваша жизнь через годы появится в светлых витринах,

Но покуда вы юны, есть время для проб и помарок.

Вот только когда отыщешь свою Марину,

Не дари ей подарков.

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2 years ago

i haaaate when iris by the goo goo dolls comes in when i’m in a store how am i supposed to act normal when you can’t fight the tears that ain’t comin or the moment of truth in your lies when everything feels like the movies yeah you bleed just to know you’re alive

2 years ago

15.07 UTC+3

You wake up in the air.

You wake up on the last row.

You wake up with an ebook in your hand.

In general, you feel this trip like a distant memory. Separated from you. Even though its hard to recall the conditions so good if you have never experienced them. Wide aisles. Two-courses lunch. Indian half of the plane. Transit. Knees don't abut. Food on specific plates. Metall silverware.

3 hours 15 minutes left. 76% of the phone charge. The stewardess puts a glass of coxe on the table. Not a "cup", but a "glass". We took off two-minutes-to-hour ago.

Look back on the page of Fight Club just to see that the guy's flat exploded during the lunch. Book's in Englsih. As if I'm not fed up with the language after my school year. As if I'm not sick of it. Nervous nausea starts to lighten for the first time in four days.

You wake up on the ground.

You wake up in your bad.

You wake up with knot of hysteria in your stomach

Dad's watching second volume of Deadpool one seat aside from me. Outside it's -52.5° Celsius. I haven't learnt all the Fahrenheit, feet, pounds and value added for goods, which, depending on the state, ranges from 10 to 15 per cent of the price indicated on the price tag (excluding essential products and food in general). Mother's watching a something with Kate Blanchett. After all everything I've heard involuntarily about this actress I got sick after one mention of her.

I haven't slept well since the beginning of the exam week. It's 16 nights. I wake up every threeto four hours and can't calm myself for a long time. Critically insufficient for an organism in stress. Two hours fifty-eight minutes left till the first landing. "The duration of the flight is 4 hours 10 minutes". The Transatlantic twice longer. Girl in front of me is watching "Frozen 2" on Turkish with English subtitles. I worry about Elsa.

You wake up in a liminal space with no time or geotag.

It's 5 am in LA. Means that it's past eight at Godmother's. Good morning, you sleeping beauty! Screen in front of me shows that right now, 15.25 UTC+3, Mecca is on the left if one needs to address. Sore eyes -- adding the on-board-one, there were about five hours if sleep.

You fall asleep in the air.

You fall asleep on the last row.

You fall asleep with an ebook in your hand.


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2 years ago

I’m a writer. This means that I only care about grammar when I’m working on my pieces or projects. Texts? Speaking? Random posts? There are no grammatically correct guarantees here.

3 years ago
Mistress Of Rats

Mistress of Rats

2 years ago
Oh, How I Romanticise Your Flawless Imperfections.
Oh, How I Romanticise Your Flawless Imperfections.
Oh, How I Romanticise Your Flawless Imperfections.
Oh, How I Romanticise Your Flawless Imperfections.
Oh, How I Romanticise Your Flawless Imperfections.
Oh, How I Romanticise Your Flawless Imperfections.
Oh, How I Romanticise Your Flawless Imperfections.
Oh, How I Romanticise Your Flawless Imperfections.
Oh, How I Romanticise Your Flawless Imperfections.

Oh, how I romanticise your flawless imperfections.

2 years ago

when will it get better in a way that countssss why does trauma last so much longer than peaceee why is the world so endlessly cruel and unfairrrrr

2 years ago
5 months ago

just realised that jinx was the product of all three of them. she was raised by felicia, then vander, then silco. sounds like felicia, leads like vander, fights like silco. has her smile, his heart and his wits. has her braid and his scruff and his bangs. she's the best of them. i cant get over it


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2 years ago
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