Жизнь это своего рода игра. Задумана так себе, зато графика просто обалденная. (с) В.Панов
I was talking with a friend about Stana’s things yesterday. And between fangirling and drooling over her everything, we talked about how free she is, how carefree she is. We said “she’s so crazy” because she goes to a forest on a rainy day and walks all over the place with a broken heel, yelling “¡PURA VIDAAAA!” just because she wants. Just because that makes her happy, that makes her feel. And she’s not afraid of the stupid things or extreme things she could do, because she’s not afraid of life, she’s not afraid of love, she’s not afraid of feel. She’s alive and she’s not going to waste the chance she has. Just that… is enough reason to love her. (с)
Жизнь это своего рода игра. Задумана так себе, зато графика просто обалденная. (с) В.Панов
I woke up at 4 this morning, pacing my halls like some sort of spectre… I had a dream that I was in New England red barn. There were large barn doors on either end. It was night and I was speaking with a man while standing in a pile of gold hay. I told him that I hoped he would see a wolf (it was me wishing him a good omen.) and then behind me I heard movement. I went to the doorway and looked out in the darkness where I saw a black, long haired wolf and cub slipping away. I was excited. It was a good omen in my dreamland’s philosophy. I raced back to tell the nebulous male figure. “I saw a wolf! And it’s cub!!!” When I turned back to the doorway, the wolf and cub come to the threshold. They were faced in, trying to make their way through. The wolf had pricked up ears, it had small goat horns, and within those horns, it had long, velvet reindeer horns. I was equally excited and afraid of the wolf. It was welcome, but not INSIDE the red barn. Three birds stood in it’s way and kept the wolf from entering with its cub— a tall skinny chicken, a duck, and what might have been a goose or another chicken. The wolves left our barn and headed up to the chicken coop on the hill in front of the doorway. In the end, I tried to chase the two from shed. I didn’t leave the barn, though… Again, I was equally pleased to see and engage with them as i was afraid of what they would do if they were given free reign.
Жизнь это своего рода игра. Задумана так себе, зато графика просто обалденная. (с) В.Панов
Продолжаются появляться фотографии к этой фотосессии А это еще одно промо-фото к 4-му сезону Касла ага, сезон через 2 недели заканчивается, а они только промо выложили А это просто фото, я даже не могу сказать, когда именно оно было сделано
Жизнь это своего рода игра. Задумана так себе, зато графика просто обалденная. (с) В.Панов
Нашла еще фотографии с Alternative travel project, не виденные мною ранее и в весьма хорошем качестве. На фотках, которые видела, не было Симуса Дэвера, Майкла Трукко и Захари Лэви я тогда тоже не разглядела. Также сейчас только увидела давнюю подругу Натана - Пэрри Ривз. Кто знает, может если появятся и еще фото с других ракурсов, увижу там еще знакомых
p.s. Также Захари Лэви выложил видео с Трэвела, и ракурс одного момента показался мне знакомым. Сейчас вспомнила, Стана выложила фото в твиттере, но буквально через пару часов удалила его)