the witch had it comin'

...a week ago. After I released him in the airport I went home relieved that he's gone, as it usually happens to me, though I realised that two days with him cost me actually very little emotional energy compared to the amounts I waste on other people. By the end of this week I feel - no, not falling - rushing in love. One of the factors is his text that he wanted to kiss me at the airport, but simply chickened out. The other factor is my PMS that's kept me horny as fuck in the last five days. It is a torture, literally - I masturbate and my head clears for like five minutes, afterwards I go to the same state of feeling aroused and imagining what I would do to the poor viking when I get hold of him. The soonest possible meeting is on the 27th October, I've already bought the tickets and now I just have to survive that long without fucking things up. Which is a struggle, cause Personality Anna gets into frequent fights with Female Anna and Collective Memory. I know Personality Anna is right in most cases, so I let her win. Ah, what a time to be alive.

...two days ago, and I ran across Severus GIF, so now I am watching HP and contemplating about what would happen if I started thinking about him again. He is still the best thing that has happened to me. I do not regret a single second of those 10 years.

...of Severus. The git appears in my dream probably once a year or even less. And he touched me. And he almost kissed me. Just as I've been thinking of letting him go. Of letting ME go. So the tattoo will be my NY resolution.

I wrote this in my LJ, and one of my friends commented that I should leave the past alone. For ten minutes I struggled with myself not to start waving banhammer all around my friendlist. Then I just deleted the comment. What does that say about me?

And you know what? I am terrified at the thought of being alone for ever.

I'm having a tattoo. May God forgive me this. Well, he shouldn't have given me such a heart in the first place.

She didn't like any of the ones offered. She liked a normal one, though. She's Celestine.

The stars are everywhere. Just take a look at the sky. It's the best thing about stars. Even when you're among the Las Vegas lights or the sun shines as if there will be no tomorrow - the stars are there. You see them, you just don't know. You merely can't distinguish them, but they are there.

It's been quite a long time since I read anything decent in English. A couple of weeks ago I was lucky to receive a copy of "A Thing of Rags and Patches" by Catt Kingsgrave.

This book is like a chest of mysterious souvenirs - enchanting collection of rags and patches brought from numerous realities. I picked them up one by one, and each of them was a marvellous adventure. They are whirls of poetry and petals of prose embellished with language varying from plain and simple up to mesmerisingly rich and colourful.

Reader dissolves in every storyline, as sadness and longing creep through the lines. Or is it hope?

As for the quote hunters, this is the right book to have a look at. As for dreamers, this is the well of inspiration to dip their heads in and enjoy the vortex of the worlds offered by the Author.