Life's like an hourglass glued to the table

Dominika Joanna. Seventeen girl from Poland with a heterochromia iridis. Meaning: my iris is blue and green. Writer, blogger, singer, photographer. Catching teardrops in my hands. I love colorful socks, tight hugs and being mean. Skijumping is my heartbeat, music is my oxygen. Favorite jumpers? Gregor Schlierenzauer. Thomas Morgenstern, Andreas Kofler, Simon Ammann, Tom Hilde, Bjoern Einar Romoeren, Maciej Kot, Aleksander Zniszczoł. Poets of the fall, Hinder, Queen, Nirvana. Verified Potterhead. Lover of Lord of the rings and all Stephen King books.

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I'm done with this tumblr.

I don't even log there anyway.

You can still find me HERE 

bye. 

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Happy Birthday to the only and great Simon Ammann! :)<33333

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why i have to stare at this?!

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so… because of boys or girls? :D :D

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Poland NT (13.06.2012)

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TODAY IT’S MACIEJ BIRTHDAY !!!!

YOUHOUUUUUUUUU HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY CUTIE CUTIE CUTIE BOY ♥♥♥

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Euro 2012: Group A

Poland 1 - 1 Greece

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gregor @ villach (5.6.2012)

(his hair looks quite “normal” again :P)

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siema piękna ;)

yy... żadnej pięknej tu nie widzę cześć:)

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Little miss Granger

            She couldn’t understand it. How did that happen. WHY did that happen. She never believed in God, she was a witch, she believed in magic. Magic, it was all she had left. Hermione touched her wand, lying on the table. Her husband always called it ‘a wooden stick’, but he did not understand. He was not one of them. Tears appeared in her eyes, along with this certain kind of sadness. Again. She remembered every second that she’d spent with her magical friends. Each single moment was scratched on her brained, the wounds were unable to heal. Little miss Granger would never get better.

            ‘Hermione, darling, what are you doing there again?’

She flinched. This voice. This person. Her husband, loving, caring, kind. But he was not the one Hermione wanted to wake up next to each day of her life. She made some wrong choices, and that was her punishment. Looking at the person she should love. And not loving this person.

            ‘I’m coming,’ she said,  glancing at her want once again. ‘I’m coming already, Josh’.

            Josh was perfect for her, with his dark hair, brown eyes and a warm smile that could light up the whole world. But it was not Hermione’s fault she never loved dark hair and brown eyes. She loved someone else, someone who had stormy grey eyes, wicked smile and a pure blood. Hermione loved someone who never loved her back. She was a mudblood after all.

            ‘Draco…’ she whispered, looking through the window into the darkness. She loved this room. It looked a little like her dormitory in Hogwarts, and nobody else was allowed to enter it. It was her chamber of magical secrets. Her family knew about magic, David, her only son was at his fifth year at Hogwarts now. But little miss Granger needed a place to keep all her souvenirs, to keep her memories.

            She had one photo of Draco Malfoy there. Only one. That was everything she had.

  That and the memory of warm feeling of his arms around her body.

So, I was bored and I wanted to write something in english this time. I have two thoughts now: this thing sucks and I’m not gonna pass my english exam. Just criticise me, please.

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:)

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i really want some informations to the new suits mr. s….. hurry up!!

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Lahti will host 2017 FIS Nordic World Ski Championships!

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just, you know, talking to Vikersund on twitter.

because being tweeted by a skijumping hill is perfectly normal. 

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