sprouts.

it is so sweet to fall in those depths of Your eyes and the smell of Your skin will soon be my addiction. Victoria falls, Niagara falls, Amalie falls. but this falling is inexplicably awkward, because it's spring not fall and leaves and other green sparkling beauties cannot wait to pop out of their caves. and start their way towards the sun that holy light  cherishing every living thing under its wings.

[15.04.2013.]

what did the Brothers Grimm intend with their fairy tale "The Sleeping Beauty"... could it be that the essence of the story lies in fact that someone's beauty is being awakened...

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we are too different. B. and Amalie. Amalie has no doubt about herself, while B. can lose her courage easily. B. isn't much to look at, while Amalie is something one can get lost in. B. likes to argue, Amalie listens carefully, shares her arguments and stops if she's wrong.

both of them cry. quite often. the reasons remain unclear.
it's a very silent sadness deep within.

how to.

On the whole, April has been a very creative month. A lot of new ideas, a lot of peaceful and lovely evenings wrapped in warmth.

I have learned how:
* to bake choco-muffins (and they are tasty as hell);
* to work in e-environment with a bunch of strangers and make drama happen;
* to manage my lessons better.

Still have to work on:
* how not to stalk that totally moronic person (why am I so interested in those thoughts, I have no idea);
* how to forget past, how to not think about it (that could go with the first in this list);
* how to not engage in dead-end discussions with my pupils;
* how to switch off from work.

lovely

despaired kitty.

my neighbor's cat excitingly rubs against anything it can reach. it not only demonstrates itself on my bed, but as well tries to seduce my laptop. meow meow. spring continues.

traš.

I am so exhausted by diving through this day; tired, disappointed and sad. it seems that I suddenly have become the worst person ever lived in my world. well, just maybe the worst. dear hyperbole, I can't get enough of you, can I?
and there are no private lessons today. my client cancelled it.
I am sitting in my room. I have lost some weight because my corsets do not fit me.
and I am swimming again through Fairy Tail episodes, as well as looking for something nice to listen to.

probably, one of the funniest names one can call a band - Seagull Screaming Kiss Her Kiss Her

ANGEL

"the arms of the ocean are carrying me"

I feel emotionally fragile.

despite the snow outside.

* awesome weekend and Easter holidays that began with the moving into my new place.
* I really don't know how to characterise my feelings. it's spring (and I recall Tom Lehrer's "Poisoning Pigeons In The Park" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QNA9rQcMq00 , although, I don't have any kind of passionate wish or disposition to do so), and something really sweet and warm is blooming in my heart. I long for him, for his scent and voice, and the way he makes me smile.
* and the nicest part is that he inspires me and I am already thinking of all the cute stuff we could do together.
* and today I took a lot of beautiful and hot photos of that awesomely cute kawaii man.