Kaunas 2007

r.

say hello to Glasgow

I hope you know what Im doing

"Oh," he said. "Moi aussi."

• every girl should marry a boy who will one day look like that

•  my newest source of fashion

Astronomia

Face Synonyms

Got a piercing and had to remove two days later as it was crooked and made wounds. For my surprise, tongue piercings are so much fun! You lisp, can't open your mouth properly and eat a bowl of soup only in one hour. I wonder if I snored.. Anyways, I am willing to get it re-pierced. Zero sarcasm here. 


Ooh, and by the way, don't go to Chambre 69. I was probably the oldest one there.  

r.

Yeah, please, help us. We tried nothing and we're out of ideas.

Look.. a man only treats a woman like a princess if he thinks she is better than him. A woman wants to be treated like a princess but wants a man who is better than her. It is like Dali's paintings: brilliant to think about but technically impossible in reality. 

New Toys 2012. January edition.

New Toys 2012. January edition.

No idea when I'm going to receive them. Hopefully no disappointment is coming my way. And seriously, force me to sleep when I need to, otherwise I end up buying stuff on Amazon or getting pierced. 

  P.S. Yay me! Finally I found "The Dice Man" book, took me ages to find the English version. 

Happy Happy Hippo. 

r.

I look like a dog. where is your makeup? I'm serious

what is the perfect dinner for you?
what is the perfect whether for you?
what is perfect boyfriend for you?




who is the person you would call if your dad is in the hospital?

Try to join us all in the reality.

Slept for three hours. Studied all morning long. As every single day found out once again that is incredibly hopelessly stupid. Kept wondering why all the ambitions. Ran to the library to print out a dozen of cases. Went to zero lectures and all tutorials. On the way out grabbed Student Law Review hoping to become smarter. Had way too expensive coffee for a treat. Read a newspaper. Realized how much has missed all the friends. Texted some of them. Called Monika. Spend her very last money on three great books. Accidentally found a very old folder of photos From The Year 2008. Spend two hours posting them on FB. Should be studying now but is not. Has no idea how to end whatever is writing here thus will post some of the photos From The Year 2008. 

r.

Ce n'est pas impossible

Ruta is having coffee in the West End and I'm enjoying tea with yogurt in my new favorite coffee shop Rose&Grants next to my home.
p.s I decide to start learning french again and now every day Im listening "Learn French with Michel Thomas" for 3 hours.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UrMmr1oMPGA&list=FLeqyiQVnFie47V6Y3scesOg&index=1&feature=plpp_video

Reading: Charles Bukowski

Young in New Orleans starving there, sitting around the bars, and at night walking the streets for hours, the moonlight always seemed fake to me, maybe it was, and in the French Quarter I watched the horses and buggies going by, everybody sitting high in the open carriages, the black driver, and in back the man and the woman, usually young and always white. and I was always white. and hardly charmed by the world. New Orleans was a place to hide. I could piss away my life, unmolested. except for the rats. the rats in my dark small room very much resented sharing it with me. they were large and fearless and stared at me with eyes that spoke an unblinking death. women were beyond me. they saw something depraved. there was one waitress a little older than I, she rather smiled, lingered when she brought my coffee. that was plenty for me, that was enough. there was something about that city, though it didn't let me feel guilty that I had no feeling for the things so many others needed. it let me alone. sitting up in my bed the llights out, hearing the outside sounds, lifting my cheap bottle of wine, letting the warmth of the grape enter me as I heard the rats moving about the room, I preferred them to humans. being lost, being crazy maybe is not so bad if you can be that way undisturbed. New Orleans gave me that. nobody ever called my name. no telephone, no car, no job, no anything. me and the rats and my youth, one time, that time I knew even through the nothingness, it was a celebration of something not to do but only know.