There may well be more rounds to be played between the two of us, and until such time as we’re both free to engage, I shall remain in delighted anticipation.
                                                                                                  —   Jamie Moriarty

Peter P. after 16/17 season

“Yes, the previous season was definitely dreamlike, exceptional, very hardly repeatable. Expectations were definitely high. It’s not like I would expect to win with who knows how many points of advantage in the WC, but we definitely wished some victory more in the WC, so … Now the season’s over; if we look back, there’s nothing, no occurrences over which we could be exceptionally satisfied. Because the season’s over, you feel a bit empty. And if you look, you see that you didn’t left any significant mark in the whole season, but you’ve been slovenian-like average, unnoticed.

Yes, a place among the top ten is definitely … good, I mean, a good basis, if not for anything else, at least you know that in the start of the next season you’ve got one competition guaranteed, if you make it into the national team. On the other hand, it’s still an outcome that - even though you weren’t the best and you didn’t show what you were capable of, you still finished on the ninth place - gives you some calmness, some confirmation, that you ask yourself, what would be if everything had unrolled as you have imagined, and you know those aren’t bad results if you are ninth in the world after the whole season.

Yes, this year mainly it’s going to be needed to mentally switch between the jumping and the free time throughout the whole year, so that all this won’t be too correlated; and to put the thoughts in the head on their places more often. So that the movie rolls -what has happened, why has it happened-, that there’s no constant reminding -what had been the season like, how well had you been jumping, and everybody somehow patting you on your shoulders- … but I will be able to have more moments for myself more often. In which the films will roll forward and the disk space will free up … the freed up disks, on which we will write in the coming years.”

In Honor Of Composer Sergei Rachmaninoff ( April 1, 1873 - March 28, 1943 )

Rhapsody On A Theme By Paganini For Piano And Orchestra, Op.43

By Composer Sergei Rachmaninoff

Performed By Pianist Dubravka Tomšič Srebotnjak, Conductor Anton Nanut And The RTV Slovenia Symphony Orchestra

Artwork : “A Pianist” By Artist Theresa Rankin

anonymous asked:

new coworker was cashiering on st patricks day, i was cashier after her. she left me a mountain of shit to do after claiming she did it all (she didnt even make go-back/rtv carts she literally left shit piled everywhere) then told someone i was bossy when i got frustrated about it. i apologized but it made me feel bad because then all my other coworkers were like YEAH YOU'RE SO BOSSY and i couldnt tell if they were joking or not. but that bitch's register was over 29$ and im the bad one >>


RTV #14: Feel Free to Fap! (by Tara Babcock Vlogs! (2nd Channel))

That is so sexy!

Blissful Standstill

neat soft lines of premonition
the open endedness of the music puzzles you - but you will not move, they are wrong - the ends of the earth are nonexistent, there is no end to this, you tie your shoelaces and
unclench your trembling fists - you will not move, they are wrong

this morning, you took a step

infinitemacrocosm  asked:

Thank you for your comment on my poetry! I really appreciate it. I'm a graphic artist turned writer and I'm just trying to get my words to the people that need some healing as I myself have experienced through so much in life. Hope to stay connected! Thanks! (:

Staff of the Voiceless:  No worries, and it we who are thankful for your words.  We are extremely happy to be able to share your words with others who may need them!  Keep writing…we’ll be reading!

A “Joy”ous Easter

Hey Joy!  I couldn’t help but notice that you’re hogging all the RTV Queue Time with reblogs recently, and I have but one thing two things to say to you. Thank you!  Oh and Happy Easter my dear friend.  I’m still working on my reply to your “It’s all about the hearts people” post from the other day.  

Love to all,
Mike <3

P.S.  She’ll probably tell me I’m an a**…again, and while that may very likely be true, today at least, I will do my very best to be a kind one.  Join me anyone?  :)

scripted ink

<p><p>i do not want to be someone who writes in pencil, <br> someone who walks with their eyes glued to the street <br> and tops of strangers feet, i do not want to be someone <br> who drifts through the brightest constellations without ever <br> greeting a single star. i do not want to be <br> someone who forgets to breathe in <br> the rythmic presence of a strangers heartbeat.</p> <p>i want to be someone who speaks in scripted ink <br> hollow yet concrete so that the oceans, rivers and valleys echo<br> with a voice soaked in sunrise observances; <br> the gentle breeze from strangers’ eyelashes, cloudy rings around irises.<br> i want to be someone who when their hands become obsolete, <br> rays of stardust from their fingers creases they’ll leave.

> - s.d.t // 8.15.15>