Najkrajšie je pri tebe spať.
Niečo čo nedovolíme nikomu inému.
Dve zvieratká.
Exceptionally cold air smells like London of Oliver Twist, with a trace of smoke, that cannot come from anywhere in the neighbourhood. Dry grass is full of dry crystals that scrunch under my feet.
I can fight with such coldness more easily than I can fight the one few days ago.
Dunno what to do tomorrow, as soon as I’ll come up with some idea, I would write it down here. But the set includes: shooting, watching (Daria?, X Files?), sewing (lost mobile phone case),…
/ One shall overcome being a set of preferences.
But it’s nice to see how others work, see how they get what they’re looking for.
Today was quite hard, a serie of sleeping in and waking up with weird dreams on my mind plus the sad news.
A view from room, I live in it for a few years, but the view on the garage and little parking place in front of is totally strange. As if I knew it is boring outside, so I don’t even look and recognize it.
My subconsionscness plays tricks on me, it doesn’t show that much as these days.
Woke up at 4:20, angry moths in my belly.
But this is actually not why did I start this post, I wanted to write down some stupid list of things I want to do/buy as the Christmas are coming.
I appreciate feeling well much more, I don’t know where does this feeling come from.
One day I could come to like myself.