little things.

because it's just no fun.

che and his ladies.
a juxtaposition of ideals, thoughts, perceptions, images and worlds.

i feel just like a local god when im with the boys.

lolita, i love you.

terry's diary, the blue lagoon, natalia vadianova, natalie portman

hello mr. subconscious...i'd really like to meet you. i believe you've known me for a while now and i feel it's unfair that you know me so well and i've not gotten to know you. you seem to be at all the same events i go to (well, the ones where i drink quite a bit), you hang out with me in my bed when i'm asleep. it's hardly polite to be spending all this time around me and not introduce yourself. i've tried to catch you but you are much too quick for me. sometimes i really don't like you very much, you twist my words, pull my face in strange directions and push me down the pathway of destruction. perhaps i'd better stop inviting you in after a few drinks, i just get friendly when i'm drunk! there is no harm in that!

i think we need to talk. and it distresses me that you won't hang out with me. i'm quite mellow when you're not about.
anyway, what do you like to talk about? what are your interests? surely they can't be exactly the same as mine, you seem to affect my behavior in such a way people say "you were not yourself when i saw you". And it's true, i wasn't myself - you were me. The only thing I can be sure of is that we have the same taste in music, other than that, you are an enigmatic mystery.

terry's diary.

Just because we all want someone to listen to us.