Pred kratkim mi je nekdo rekel, da delam preveč planov. Da teram. Da se moram mal umirit. Se prepustit. Se pustit presenetit. WORD! Se strinjam. Čist zares. In točno to je tudi moj plan. hahaha. How ironic.
Ni pa simpl. Ful fajlov imam za popredalčkat. Nekaj sem jih že, nekaj jih še bom. Vmes bodo pa tut taki, za katere nimam več sw-ja in jih bom ful težko kam stlačla. Ja, tko je to, če geek razlaga, kako si misli poštimat lajf. Nove zgodbe se bodo pa kar sproti dogajale. In to je super. Po mojem. Vsaj meni se zdi.
Glasbeni dodatek dneva, sploh v takem moodu kot sem danes, je pa lahko le John Mayer. In le tale komad. Sej je kičast pa vse, ampak tale otožna kitara je uaauu. + txt tako kul paše, da ga moram kar prilepit zraven.
Ni pa simpl. Ful fajlov imam za popredalčkat. Nekaj sem jih že, nekaj jih še bom. Vmes bodo pa tut taki, za katere nimam več sw-ja in jih bom ful težko kam stlačla. Ja, tko je to, če geek razlaga, kako si misli poštimat lajf. Nove zgodbe se bodo pa kar sproti dogajale. In to je super. Po mojem. Vsaj meni se zdi.
Glasbeni dodatek dneva, sploh v takem moodu kot sem danes, je pa lahko le John Mayer. In le tale komad. Sej je kičast pa vse, ampak tale otožna kitara je uaauu. + txt tako kul paše, da ga moram kar prilepit zraven.
Too many shadows in my room, Too many hours in this midnight, Too many corners in my mind, So much to do to set my heart right
[Chorus] Oh, it's taken so long, I could be wrong, I could be ready, Oh, but if I take my heart's advice, I should assume it's still unsteady, I am in repair, I am in repair
Stood on the corner for a while, To wait for the wind to blow down on me, Hoping it takes with it my old ways, And brings some brand new luck upon me
[Chorus]
And now I'm walking in the park, And all of the birds, they dance below me, Maybe when things turn green again, It will be good to say you know me
Oh, it's taken so long, I could be wrong, I could be ready, Oh, but if I take my heart's advice, I should assume it's still unsteady, Oh yeah, I'm never really ready, yeah, Oh yeah, I'm never really ready, yeah, I'm in repair, I'm not together, but I'm getting there, I'm in repair, I'm not together, but I'm getting there, I'm in repair, I'm not together, but I'm getting there, I'm in repair, I'm not together, but I'm getting there, I'm in repair, I'm not together, but I'm getting there, I'm in repair, I'm not together, but I'm getting there
Takole, pa sem končala en klasično depresiven post, v stilu zmedene šestnajstletnice. In zato nikoli ne pišem bloga, ko sem slabe volje. Svašta.
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