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19 May 2011
birthday giveaway @ match.box.muse
a great givaway going on currently at http://matchboxmuse.blogspot.com/2011/05/parisian-birthday-giveaway.html, check it out!!
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24 Mar 2010
one step too far
nie palilam od dwoch dni
kiepsko sypiam
budze sie sama w lozku
nie jest dobrze
i cant find relief in the little things that make up a thing called life
it seems as if the spring sun should give me a blast of energy as it creeps in through my window, but its like ive caught too much darkness inside my room and suddenly the sun is avoiding me, running down the wall to find someone it can actually make happy.
czuje sie zmeczona ale wlasciwie nie wiem czym, juz potrzebuje zmiany. za 2 dni warszawa moze sie jakos przepisze tam na nowo i wroce pelna, po prostu. :)
kiepsko sypiam
budze sie sama w lozku
nie jest dobrze
i cant find relief in the little things that make up a thing called life
it seems as if the spring sun should give me a blast of energy as it creeps in through my window, but its like ive caught too much darkness inside my room and suddenly the sun is avoiding me, running down the wall to find someone it can actually make happy.
czuje sie zmeczona ale wlasciwie nie wiem czym, juz potrzebuje zmiany. za 2 dni warszawa moze sie jakos przepisze tam na nowo i wroce pelna, po prostu. :)
11 Mar 2010
ona czy ja
Kiedy ukladasz sobie zycie z cieni i ulotnych momentow jedyne co pozostaje to usmiechac sie samemu do siebie w lustrze i rysowac po zaparowanej szybie ostatnie obrazy ktore zostaly w twojej pamieci. I zeby wszystkich wyprzedzic pedzila z predkoscia wiatru, ale nie mozna przescignac wlasnych mysli ani dotknac nieba nie odrywajac sie od ziemi. Miala serce dwa razy szybsze od kazdgo innego i dotykajac palcem czubka nosa czula deszcze w stopach, kiedy padal deszcz zakladala czerwony plaszczyk za ktorego rekawy wkradaly sie krople wody. Kiedy pila herbate z brazowego kubka swiat za oknem wydawal sie niebieski, a na jej zoltym swetrze wyrastaly kwiaty. Lubila robic male rzeczy ktore sprawialy przykrosc obcym osobom i chociaz nie chciala miec przyjaciol to nie potrafila bez nich zyc. Wolala pokazywac im swoje nagie cialo niz obnazac dusze wiec wszyscy przyzwyczaili sie ze pod jej zmeczona twarz nie kryje sie nic innego niz mokre, zimne obicie tylnego siedzenia z ktorego najchetniej patrzyla na swiat. Jedyna czescia siebie ktora chowala byly oczy, a zawiazana na glowie chustka przypominala jej zapach domu w ktorym kiedys mieszkala i zielony plot przez ktory przeskakiwala szukajac skrotow do kamiennego podworka. Spedzala duzo czasu szukajac starych kuponow bo czytala z nich niespelnione marzenia starych, mlodych, ladnych, brzydkich, a kiedy byla smutna chowala sie pod starym zepsutym automatem w budce z maszynami ktorej wlascielem byl jej wujek. Wsrod szumu glosow i dzwiekow gier przygladala sie swiatu z ktorego uciekla jednego upalnego popoludnia pijac z kolezanka wygazowana oranzade przez rozowa slomke. Byla tylko zlepkiem wspomnien ktorym nie potrafila przypisac miejsca ani czasu.
22 Feb 2010
friday the 95th
i guess its the transit period between winter and spring that seems to be one mostly filled with nostalgia. trying to open all the windows, feel the fresh air, but when i do its still too cold and im left feeling numb and cheated.
this blog? i think the idea is to satisfy the quiet need for "something more" inside. those thoughts we keep hidden afraid of what they mean, what they can turn into if we speak them out loud. just a bit of truth in a world that hates it more than anything. its so much easier to do things when you know your anonymous, although the reality is harsh: you never really are, because in the end who wants to be a coward in their own eyes..?
so just a bit about me. me. thats the part i was waiting for. or not really, i feel nervous trying to describe myself in any way, labels and stereotypes seem to be something i prefer hidding behind than actually belonging to. just be an individual for gods sake, be something different.
im NOT. all the best things have already been discovered: gold paint markers, perfume, dressing up in chanel for croissant-breakfast in bed, the 80s, faux fur, impressionism, the italian language, whipped cream, James Dean..dont even get me started.
but lets just run through the basics: a happy middle-class family, one brother (that makes us the standard 2+2), one cat, the dog died (it made me happy in a way, i was under the impression that he had these eternally sad eyes, as if he missed a turn, missed a life and ended up in our backyard)
getting more complicated..im 18, at univeristy, which i hate honestly, im stuck in all the wrong places, im wasting so many opportunities living in london and being able to still feel depressed and bored.
i like fun, i am the messiest person i know, i invent words constantly, i subscribe to tens of mailing lists from which i get daily messages and dont ever bother reading them (how much easier would unsubscribing be, i wonder, but no).
finally, if youre going to remember anything from my post..i like looking at the world through windows.
this blog? i think the idea is to satisfy the quiet need for "something more" inside. those thoughts we keep hidden afraid of what they mean, what they can turn into if we speak them out loud. just a bit of truth in a world that hates it more than anything. its so much easier to do things when you know your anonymous, although the reality is harsh: you never really are, because in the end who wants to be a coward in their own eyes..?
so just a bit about me. me. thats the part i was waiting for. or not really, i feel nervous trying to describe myself in any way, labels and stereotypes seem to be something i prefer hidding behind than actually belonging to. just be an individual for gods sake, be something different.
im NOT. all the best things have already been discovered: gold paint markers, perfume, dressing up in chanel for croissant-breakfast in bed, the 80s, faux fur, impressionism, the italian language, whipped cream, James Dean..dont even get me started.
but lets just run through the basics: a happy middle-class family, one brother (that makes us the standard 2+2), one cat, the dog died (it made me happy in a way, i was under the impression that he had these eternally sad eyes, as if he missed a turn, missed a life and ended up in our backyard)
getting more complicated..im 18, at univeristy, which i hate honestly, im stuck in all the wrong places, im wasting so many opportunities living in london and being able to still feel depressed and bored.
i like fun, i am the messiest person i know, i invent words constantly, i subscribe to tens of mailing lists from which i get daily messages and dont ever bother reading them (how much easier would unsubscribing be, i wonder, but no).
finally, if youre going to remember anything from my post..i like looking at the world through windows.
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