The Countdown

What do I want to do for New Years? Something poetic. Something lonely and depressing (most poetic things are). I’ll climb an abandoned building, all the way to the top. Stand there on the ladder rungs in my party dress, I’ll try and feel that new year rush. Up top I will sit on the edge, on a crate or maybe an old sofa. Hugging my arms around me I will count. Saying goodbye to the year that came too fast, and left without even a note. I want this moment to last awhile. Because nothing’s ever long and slow anymore. 

So I’m not taking you. 

Or anyone. 

It’ll just be me and my troubles holding shut the door against my 17th year. And when the countdown finally stops (which will be quite quick despite my shoving, New Year already has his foot in the door) I’ll cry silently behind closed eyelids. The bombs around me will blow, the noise defining as if time itself was being torn apart ( if I was only so lucky). And I will keep trying to count backwards. But we both know it won’t help. The clocks have already been rewound, 364 days 23 hours 58 minutes and 20 seconds to go. And somehow. I’m not quite sure how, but there in that moment with my eyes held tight, all the color bursting around me, I’ll learn a lesson. I’ll learn how to face another year. 

So I’m not taking you.
I’m not taking anyone.

174. I'm not taking you

                                                                               175. Or anyone

176. Happy New Years!

Climbing Ruins on a 22 Hour Road Trip

HEY woah. Dude. I have a blog.
heck almost forgot.
(I haven't forgot I have been living every hour of every day in deep deep regret and shame *___________*)
It's funny that I would even attempt at a blog.
I mean it is truly the same as a journal really.
And what do you do with a journal?
You come back a year later, and tear out all the pages.
So don't be surprised if all these posts suddenly disappear from this blogosphere.
But for now I am not yet entirely embarrassed by my meanderings. SO.
I will continue to bore you with my thoughts.
Thoughts right now? I should catch up on my Photo Challenge, I will get it done this year!
So, enjoy some pictures of Kiev while listening to Tegan and Sara.

THE THOUGHT THAT I AM BLOGGING AGAIN IS SO ENERGIZING. MWAHAHAHA.

ok.
Spakooha.   (<<<means calm it down bub in russian )
Madi.

Kiev:

The road trip was a total of 22 hours.  Ah yes. How exciting. 5 Hayes kids, one father, and one Yarik. The combinations amounting to a classic sing along car ride. We rocked out to Soul Sister and American Pie a good 15 hours of this trip.
wait who is Yarik?
Right.
Yarik is a russian man who wears beanies plays the bongos says very enthusiastic yes's and has kidnapped our dear Jenny Palmer. Aga. Yarik is Jenny's boyfriend, he came along with us to kiev to great his dear Jenny at the airport with a bouquet of roses. Yes he is that sweet.
Jenny, my Mom and Tulu were all at a women's conference so that is the main reason we all drove up to get them.
SO. On the way to Kiev we stopped at some pretty neat places, such as these monuments. All 7 of us had loads of fun running around the monuments, racing down the stairs, climbing tanks and harassing stone statues, poor things. We had a lot of bottled energy, I guess.
Well without further ado, enjoy.
OR ELSE. =___________=

166. Suspended in Midair 

167. Clinically White

168. Bizarre

169. JellyLegs

170. I-Hate-Titling-These-Photos-So-Cheesy

171. StoneMen

172. Hillside

173. BronzeMen

Musically Fantastic & an Instagramming look at my week...

10 (hopefully new and fascinating)  songs for your week.
(they're all on the playlist as well, bottom of your screen I believe)

1.

                Mama Your Boys Will Find A Home by Scissors for Lefty

FALL IS OFFICIALLY HERE!!! WOOHOO! Tuesday, going to see Kostya in the hospital with Yasea and Cady)


2.
Feeling Good by Muse

Well Kostya isn't really feeling good... he was hit by a car last week. While riding his Moped. He broke two bones in his left leg. There is now a titanium pole stuck in the larger bone. Which he says jokingly won't ever let him past any security check at the airport, sadly it being Russia, they'd probably cut his leg open right there at the airport to make sure it was just a pole in his leg and not some hidden terrorist bomb.  Right now he's looking at another week in the hospital. Pray for him. 
That's an order soldier. 



3.
Supergirl by Minor Majority

Making patterned tongues for my converse )) it feels oddly life fulfilling to own a pair of converse.... 

4.
Walking with a Ghost by Tegan and Sara

Finally getting things organized around here....  I know, I can't believe it either. 


5.
Use Somebody by Kings of Leon

Someone was doodling during the church service *cough* Pasha *cough*hig



6.
Sweet Disposition by The Temper Trap

We had our first Youth Group! It was pretty fantastic! Well I mean, we didn't get that many kids, but everyone who came LOVED it! So it was worth it) And hey, it all goes uphill from here right?


7.
Love Lust by King Charles

Been going to see Gulia a lot lately ) Sveta and Alla have been going to see her as well! She's getting more talkative every time! And she made us necklaces) She is so sweet, I wish I had more time I could spend with her :/ And more people to come and visit her. 


8.
Skinny Love by Bon Iver

Painted my face recently, that was....fun.


9.
Youth by Daughter

Alla asked me to bleach her hair, all ombre style...yeah I just bleached someones hair O.O  in other words, could have possibly damaged someones hair permanently. Yikes. 




10.White Blank Page by Mumford and Sons

My wall. in my room. yeah.

Sweet Disposition by The Temper Trap

Love Lust by King Charles

Youth by Daughter

White Blank Page by Mumford and Sons

Skinny Love by Bon Iver

Walking with a Ghost by Tegan and Sara 

Mama Your Boys Will Find A Home by Scissors for Lefty 

Use Somebody by Kings of Leon 

Feeling Good by Muse 

Supergirl by Minor Majority 

Week 1

Hey ya)

This is how my first week of September went. ( Que awesome music playlist >> )

156. I am back

The street in front of my house.

                                                                       157. I kinda walk here

The bridge I walk over whenever I want to go into the city, Krasnodar

My scary clown.

Yes. I have to read all of this for Bible Class.

                                                                    158. That's mah room

My desk. Favorite part of my room.

The Kuban River.

School books.

A way to avoid school...

Old guitar learnin'

Is it time I threw these away?

On the tram.

Messy room, sunny morning.

These shoes are so warped. 

Schedule.

Cut an old TinTin shirt down to size. 

IT'S TINTIN GUYS.

TinTin is freaking AwEsOmE

So Th-th-th-that's all folks!!!

Ciao)