I’m not fascinated by people who smile all the time. What I find interesting is the way people look when they are lost in thought, when their face becomes angry or serious, when they bite their lip, the way they glance, the way they look down when they walk, when they are alone and smoking a cigarette, when they smirk, the way they half smile, the way they try and hold back tears, the way when their face says they want to say something but can’t, the way they look at someone they want or love… I love the way people look when they do these things. It’s… beautiful.
Anonymous (via larmoyante)
(via oxytocin-iv)
Oxytocin: Disillusionment Horizons
there exists a point where
the love of currency becomes
greater than the currency of love
Writing about forever, arms wrapped,
but clasped hands never mention
always, falling back through those
old days, when we were “Beheld,
beholden to nobody” like that kid
off of star trek, the one…
4 days ago - 
14
14 
Pictures from yesterday when I was one of the additional PAs that helped to keep people out of the street when a scene of movie In Berlin was being filmed. Quite fun.
6 days ago - 3
3Oh me and my spontaneous ideas.
On Wednesday I bought a plane ticket and next day by noon I was flying to Venice. I landed in Venice with no plan, no place to stay at and no idea about what’s to see, where to go, etc. I spent the best part of the day trying to find a shop that accepted credit card, so I could buy a map and actually know what’s where and how to get there.
Even though it might sound that I’m complaining, I don’t regret a minute of my stay in Venice. It’s a magical city, so much different from what I’m used to that instead of scaring me it drew me in and now I know that I want to return there again and again. I want to know more. I want to see more.
The best part turned out to be the one where I didn’t plan. Just did what I thought best at that time.
6 days ago - 2
2 Oxytocin: Chlorophyll
(or an absence thereof)
You, who write words
to draw the line between
the shade of your blinds
and the sepia of your garden,
I see you,
blinking in the half light, brushing
away musty motes that fall lightly
upon your chest, settling in between
yesterday’s paradise and last year’s
…
1 week ago - 7
7 stealing dreams from the
library of desire;
working a late shift
in the canteen of destiny
“we’ll be back in normal
operations by tuesday”
1 week ago - 9
9 ir plāni
bija plāni
nākotne kļūst arvien vecāka
kā diena
kā salauztā strūklaka ielas stūrī
bija reiz mākoņiem
sudraba pamale
putni nesa segu dienai
lapas kokiem
un mūsu jaunību
plānoja
vilks vienacis. pa pusei
No pagājušās Ceturdienas vakara ar couchsurferēm (rums & kola, šoti un Latvijas ēdieni, un interesantas sarunas) līdz šodienas atpūtai zaļā zālē zem koka pie Olimpijas (ar dzejas lasīšanu un pieneņu vainagiem un smieklīgām dejām/bildēm/dziesmām, un filozofēšanu) pa vidu ir pagājusi sapspringta neddeļa ar scenārija rakstīšanu un rakstīšanu, kas man jau bija līdz kaklam like day before yesterday.
Bet. laiks labi pavadīts vienmēr ir tieši tas - laiks labi vadīts. Plusā nāca 3D kino prezentācija un vinnētā biļete uz jebkuru filmu Forumcinemas.
Patika vakardienas zibeņi, pērkoni un lietus.
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