Regret makes you old, and bitterness poisons the people around you.
среда, 17 августа 2011
Regret makes you old, and bitterness poisons the people around you.
в такие моменты так и хочется заорать
какого хера
какого хера я маленькой не умерла?
it can't hurt more than now
какого хера
какого хера я маленькой не умерла?
Regret makes you old, and bitterness poisons the people around you.
I used the deadwood to make the fire rise
The blood of innocence burning in the skies
I filled my cup with the rising of the sea
And poured it out in an ocean of debris
I'm swimming in the smoke
Of bridges I have burned
So don't apologize
I'm losing what I don't deserve
What I don't deserve
We held our breath when the clouds began to form
But you were lost in the beating of the storm
And in the end we were made to be apart
Like separate chambers of the human heart
No
I'm swimming in the smoke
Of bridges I have burned
So don't apologize
I'm losing what I don't deserve
It's in the blackened bones
Of bridges I have burned
So don't apologize
I'm losing what I don't deserve
What I don't deserve
I'm swimming in the smoke
Of bridges I have burned
So don't apologize
I'm losing what I don't deserve
The blame is mine alone
For bridges I have burned
So don't apologize
I'm losing what I don't deserve
What I don't deserve
I used the deadwood to make the fire rise
The blood of innocence burning in the skies
вторник, 16 августа 2011
Regret makes you old, and bitterness poisons the people around you.
понедельник, 15 августа 2011
Regret makes you old, and bitterness poisons the people around you.
воскресенье, 14 августа 2011
Regret makes you old, and bitterness poisons the people around you.
-А где твоя девочка, которая к тебе приходила?
-Её больше нет,она ушла.Но она меня любила очень...
-А ты?
-А я еблан, мама, я еблан
-Её больше нет,она ушла.Но она меня любила очень...
-А ты?
-А я еблан, мама, я еблан
пятница, 12 августа 2011
Regret makes you old, and bitterness poisons the people around you.
Yesterday I died, tomorrow's bleeding
Fall into your sunlight
The future's open wide beyond believing
To know why hope dies
Losing what was found, a world so hollow
Suspended in a compromise
The silence of this sound is soon to follow
Somehow sundown
And finding answers
Is forgetting all of the questions we call home
Passing the graves of the unknown
As reason clouds my eyes, with splendor fading
Illusions of the sunlight
And the reflection of a lie will keep me waiting
Love gone for so long
This day's ending is the proof of time killing all the faith I know
Knowing that faith is all I hold
And Ive lost who I am
And I can't understand
Why my heart is so broken
Rejecting your love
Without love gone wrong
Life. Less words. Carry on
But i know, all i know
Is that the ends beginning
Who I am from the start
Take me home to my heart
Let me go and I will run
I will not be silenced
All this time spent in vain
Wasted years, wasted gain
All is lost, hope remains
And this war's not over
Theres a light, theres the sun
Taking all the shattered ones
To the place we belong
And his love will conquer
Yesterday I died, tommorrows bleeding
Fall into your sunlight
четверг, 11 августа 2011
Regret makes you old, and bitterness poisons the people around you.
среда, 10 августа 2011
Regret makes you old, and bitterness poisons the people around you.
понедельник, 08 августа 2011
Regret makes you old, and bitterness poisons the people around you.
Memories concern
Like opening the wound
I'm picking me apart again
You all assume
I'm safer in my room
Unless I try to start again
I don't want to be the one
Who battles always choose
Cuz inside I realize
That I'm the one confused
I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream
I don't know why I instigate
And say what I don't mean
I don't know how I got this way
I know it's not alright
So I'm breaking the habit
I'm breaking the habit tonight
Cultured my cure
I tightly lock the door
I try to catch my breath again
I hurt much more
Than anytime before
I have no options left again
I'll paint it on the walls
Cuz I'm the one that falls
I'll never fight again
And this is how it ends
воскресенье, 07 августа 2011
Regret makes you old, and bitterness poisons the people around you.
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in Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time as Dastan;
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in Jarhead as Anthony Swofford;
in Brokeback Mountain as Jack Twist;
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Regret makes you old, and bitterness poisons the people around you.
- Can you hear me?
- Loud and clear.
- I seem to have hurt your feelings.
- Not at all. I've had my feelings surgically removed. They can't be touched by anyone now.
- Loud and clear.
- I seem to have hurt your feelings.
- Not at all. I've had my feelings surgically removed. They can't be touched by anyone now.
Regret makes you old, and bitterness poisons the people around you.
He leaves a message - a yellow sticky - on the dead black of his computer screen.'Gone to lunch. I may be some time.'
His colleagues won't be seeing him for the rest of the afternoon.
Rare joy of truancy, of bold escape from the trap of work. That heap of typescript can be left to dwell on its thousand offences against grammar and good sense. His trusty blue pen can snooze with its cap on. Nobody will notice.
He shuts the door on the sleeping dog of his own departure. Hurries, not too fast, along the corridor, taps the lift button, and waits. To meet even one person at this delicate juncture would sully the whole enterprise. But he's in luck. The lift yawns emptily. He steps in... is enclosed... and carried downwards to sunlight and London's approximation of fresh air.
With one bound... he is free!
His colleagues won't be seeing him for the rest of the afternoon.
Rare joy of truancy, of bold escape from the trap of work. That heap of typescript can be left to dwell on its thousand offences against grammar and good sense. His trusty blue pen can snooze with its cap on. Nobody will notice.
He shuts the door on the sleeping dog of his own departure. Hurries, not too fast, along the corridor, taps the lift button, and waits. To meet even one person at this delicate juncture would sully the whole enterprise. But he's in luck. The lift yawns emptily. He steps in... is enclosed... and carried downwards to sunlight and London's approximation of fresh air.
With one bound... he is free!
Regret makes you old, and bitterness poisons the people around you.
суббота, 06 августа 2011
Regret makes you old, and bitterness poisons the people around you.
‘You actually are joking, Perce ... I don’t think I’ve heard you joke since you were –’
The air exploded. They had been grouped together, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred and Percy, the two Death Eaters at their feet, one Stunned, the other Transfigured: and in that fragment of a moment, when danger seemed, temporarily, at bay, the world was rent apart. Harry felt himself flying through the air, and all he could do was hold as tightly as possible to that thin stick of wood that was his one and only weapon, and shield his head in his arms: he heard the screams and yells of his companions without a hope of knowing what had happened to them –
And then the world resolved itself into pain and semi-darkness: he was half-buried in the wreckage of a corridor that had been subjected to a terrible attack: cold air told him that the side of the
castle had been blown away and hot stickiness on his cheek told him that he was bleeding copiously. Then he heard a terrible cry that pulled at his insides, that expressed agony of a kind neither
flame nor curse could cause, and he stood up, swaying, more frightened than he had been that day, more frightened, perhaps, than he had been in his life ...
And Hermione was struggling to her feet in the wreckage, and three red-headed men were grouped on the ground where the wall had blasted apart. Harry grabbed Hermione’s hand as they
staggered and stumbled over stone and wood.
‘No – no – no!’ someone was shouting. ‘No! Fred! No!’
And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them, and Fred’s eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face.
The air exploded. They had been grouped together, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred and Percy, the two Death Eaters at their feet, one Stunned, the other Transfigured: and in that fragment of a moment, when danger seemed, temporarily, at bay, the world was rent apart. Harry felt himself flying through the air, and all he could do was hold as tightly as possible to that thin stick of wood that was his one and only weapon, and shield his head in his arms: he heard the screams and yells of his companions without a hope of knowing what had happened to them –
And then the world resolved itself into pain and semi-darkness: he was half-buried in the wreckage of a corridor that had been subjected to a terrible attack: cold air told him that the side of the
castle had been blown away and hot stickiness on his cheek told him that he was bleeding copiously. Then he heard a terrible cry that pulled at his insides, that expressed agony of a kind neither
flame nor curse could cause, and he stood up, swaying, more frightened than he had been that day, more frightened, perhaps, than he had been in his life ...
And Hermione was struggling to her feet in the wreckage, and three red-headed men were grouped on the ground where the wall had blasted apart. Harry grabbed Hermione’s hand as they
staggered and stumbled over stone and wood.
‘No – no – no!’ someone was shouting. ‘No! Fred! No!’
And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them, and Fred’s eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face.
Regret makes you old, and bitterness poisons the people around you.
Your heart is a city
Your eyes are a fixture
The mind tells a story
With ten thousand pictures
We stumble upon it
Fell through the ceiling tiles
We drew up a landscape
We climbed down a ladder
Carved out a memory
To follow the pattern
And now on a clear glass wall
I can see my faith
You know it’s never too late
Oh, if you’re hearing this
I must have made it through
Oh, when the clouds are burned
Open up my window
I see the sky's still blue
A vision is a portrait
A palate of colors
We swim in an ocean
With blindfolded lovers
And now that I’ve found my side
Oh, I finally realize that it was there the whole time
четверг, 04 августа 2011
Regret makes you old, and bitterness poisons the people around you.
“Have you news of my boy Jack?”
Not this tide.
“When d’you think that he’ll come back?”
Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.
“Has any one else had word of him?”
Not this tide.
For what is sunk will hardly swim,
Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.
“Oh, dear, what comfort can I find?”
None this tide,
Nor any tide,
Except he did not shame his kind —
Not even with that wind blowing, and that tide.
Then hold your head up all the more,
This tide,
And every tide;
Because he was the son you bore,
And gave to that wind blowing and that tide!
(с)Rudyard Kipling
Not this tide.
“When d’you think that he’ll come back?”
Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.
“Has any one else had word of him?”
Not this tide.
For what is sunk will hardly swim,
Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.
“Oh, dear, what comfort can I find?”
None this tide,
Nor any tide,
Except he did not shame his kind —
Not even with that wind blowing, and that tide.
Then hold your head up all the more,
This tide,
And every tide;
Because he was the son you bore,
And gave to that wind blowing and that tide!
(с)Rudyard Kipling
Regret makes you old, and bitterness poisons the people around you.
среда, 03 августа 2011
Regret makes you old, and bitterness poisons the people around you.
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спасибо за отличный выходной
спасибо за отличный выходной
воскресенье, 31 июля 2011
Regret makes you old, and bitterness poisons the people around you.
This is where the chapter ends
and new one out begins
time has come for letting go
the hardest part is when you know
All of these years when we were here are ending
but I'll always remember
We have had the time of our lives
and now the page is turned
the stories we will write
we have had the time of our lives
and I will not forget the faces left behind
it's hard to walk away from the best of days
but if it has to end, I'm glad you have been my friend
in the time of our lives
Where the water needs the land
there is shifting in the sand
like the tight that ebbs and floods
memories will gone and go
All of these years when we were here are ending
but I'll always remember
We say goodbye, we hold on tight
to these memories that never die
We say goodbye, we hold on tight
to these memories that never die