Ярослава Левицк
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A Vessel
- Энергичная
- Трудолюбивая
- Задорная
- Резкая
- Упрямая
- Вредина
Она могла довести своими выходками до бешенства,
но в этом и была её своеобразная прелесть.
A Soul
It's odd that despite how I cherished you-- As an artist. As a writer. As a companion-- When I try to write of you I am speechless.
My understanding of you had no translatable emotion- I thought of you and felt: "Yes."
You were an extension of myself. So how did I lose us? How does a hand drop its fingers? Of all the things I had loved, I never fathomed it possible.
I have no more words for you.
- тусовки
- музыку
- американскую культуру
- всё что связанно с учёбой
- ТВ
- родной город
A Dream
I knew it was you when the lights cut out and my entire world expanded into shards of blood and flocks of glass.
I imagined your face to be like death— impartial and cold. But It was beautiful, as angels are in all of their foreign terror. “Do not be afraid,” they said, and so said you to me before I died.
Как бы круто там ни было, мне одно ясно..
Ещё сильней я в тебя всё равно не влюблюсь
A Memory
You are poppy seeds. And licorice.
Slow death by nostalgia.
Childhood, perpetually.
Overwhelming and heavy.
Your self imposed inevitability
Imposes on me an indifference.
I don’t care.
The flux of your existence is heat waves in the vast orange expanse, a shimmer of false water, bright blue and white and made from
layer upon layer of nothing in the screeching, aching, groaning chasm of invalidation.
You are childhood, perpetually.
Slow death by nostalgia.
Overwhelming and heavy.
Poppy seeds. And licorice.
A Feeling
кис-кис, грязь
Да, смотри, я рок звезда!Я рождена страдать.
И мне совсем не больно падать, страшно не летать.
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