Сербия - молодцы! Какой голос, а...



Стыдно как всегда за Россию - отправить черти знает кого и спеть, как всегда, полнейшую слизанную попсу... Третье место ничего не доказывает - на конкурсе была просто куча других исполнителей, которые по-настоящему заслуживали этого места. А наше Серебро отличилось разве только оголенными ляшками.



Про Сердючку вообще умолчим - себя опозорила, свою страну опозорила и нашу страну опозорила. Ффтопку..

@музыка: Marija Serifovic - Molitva

@темы: будни

Ух, как оказываецца негативная эмоциональная встряска положительно влияет на творческие способности))) Настроение даже поднялось за границы радужного возможного))) Душа поет и пляшет)))
*Кицуна одевает наушники и врубает их на полную громкость*
*а ухо так и не разложило*

Author: Kizune
Fandom: HP
Genre: drabble, angst
Pairing: SS/HP
Disclaimer: Potter's not mine.)))

Do not dare even read this crap)- You are a selfish egoistic bastard, you know that? - mutters Harry, and something like bitterness burns his tongue, though he doesn't want to acknowledge it yet.
Soft breeze caresses his unruly hair, carrying the echoes of their fierce bickering within itself. Or it only seems so to Harry. There are so many things now, that are so fucking illusory - that sometimes it's more than just hard to simply breathe in the grip of constant pain.
He blames himself, of course. He is... was a Gryffindor. He should have known better, really. If only he...
But that is wishful thinking, and this lesson Harry learned too many years ago. He tells himself to stop. And whispers:
- Why did you have to throw me out, you git?
"Ah, and where was the Potter's infamous stubbornness at the time, I wonder?" - the words come to his mind. And they sound so real, that he almost turns his head...
But no. He does not.
It is a warm night. Peaceful night. Just like the one still imprinted on his memory, but not quite.
Because that night was the night, when Harry Potter chickened out. Didn't follow his heart. And left.
Oh, yes - he pays for having done so every sodding day. He should have known better, really.
He came back, of course. But then... Then it was already too late.
And the cold marble behind him is always a silent reminder of his cowardness.
And Harry doesn't... Doesn't quite like to see the name "Severus Snape" carved in the stone.
Doesn't like to understand that all could have been different.
That, perhaps, he would not have to be alone right now, and that maybe, just maybe, but there would have been arms around him. If only he had used just a little bit more of his stubbornness...
But, alas!
"You are such a fool, Potter" - hisses something inside him.
And Harry nods, accepting the bitterness as it is - infinite.
Yes, he is such a fool.
A fool he is - Harry. Potter.

@музыка: Three Days Grace - I hate everything about you

@темы: снарри, сталкер, будни, фикрайтерство

@музыка: Эпидемия - Романс о Слезе

@темы: снарри, безумие, будни

@музыка: Three Days Grace - Animal I Have Become

@темы: снарри, будни

Ох, мама, что-то мне Compromising Positions захотелось перечитать.

*то бишь, нет, мама, это я не тебе, не смотри на мой рабочий стол, нееееееет*

Да ладно - все ужо привыкли за 5-то лет.

В общем - тянет на старое снарри)))



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@темы: снарри, будни

@темы: будни, учеба

Сижу. Томлюсь.

@музыка: слушаю Юльча

@темы: будни

@настроение: злое

@темы: сталкер

*читай как мантру*

Я спокойна - я абсолютно спокойна.

@темы: снарри, будни

Fuck them all.
And me.
And silence will prevail.
*Kizune is now officially and unconditionally dead*
That's it - I surrender - Silentium from now on.

@темы: безумие, особые будни