Hello, this is my week

the pics aren’t mine. Don’t try to make head or tail of this, ’tis just a handful of thoughts.

lumini care raman in balti dupa furtuni, de fapt lumini si atat

…?

had we but world enough and time? Had I but words enough and time.

And then they jump from underneath my pencil tip.

Domnul Jean-Paul fuge de mine, dar el n’are cutiute, este doar asa foarte dens si foarte orgolios si, banuiesc, foarte uituc din moment ce nu e in stare sa lipeasca o eticheta (sau un timbru, multumesc persoanei care mi le linge), deci presupun ca le pierde. Presupun, dupa 30 de pagini mi’a scapat. Trebuie sa scriu, inainte sa’mi scape de tot.

“Your dream world is a very scary place

Your dream world is a very scary place

Your dream world is a very scary place

To be

trapped inside”

– Anathema, “Closer”

self-centering is worth so much more than I thought.  so are some people. Cdim and Faug, ohmigawd.

“Do I contradict myself? Very well, then I contradict myself, I am large, I contain multitudes.”  – Walt Whitman

16. 19? are women made to be dishonest, as opposed to men?

pe iepurasul din Bambi il cheama Thumper si spune If you can’t say somethin’ nice, don’t say nothin’ at all. De ce ne plac asa mult citatele, de ce sa creezi inseamna sa imiti, ce mai e atunci imitatia?

vederi cu llame! sunt scunda, dar nu indeajuns de scunda; nu ca as vrea sa fiu mai scunda, eventual sa fi fost. “fucking yeah let’s fucking play some fucking more music, fucking good, we’re fucking here for you, fuck it!”, parul meu e un epic fail roz, vreau glezne, chiar crezi ca sunt proasta

Nuferi si molii si mancatori de libelule si toate temele din lume care imi apar in minte ca izbitoare dovezi de originalitate, ca niste super raspunsuri la cine sunt, pentru a se dovedi secunde mai tarziu ideile altora sau probabil ale nimanui, din moment ce sunt ale atatora. pana unde putem sa mai scriem? …scrieti?

rabdare/nevoie/arebuzaputininjos/nupetine,eventualpenoi,petinedejanu/lackofwishesmeanslackofliving

eu, aici. inca n’a trecut un an, inca n’au trecut patru de atunci cand am inceput, literalmente, sa desenez pe jaluzele si pe pereti. ei (vezi francezul care scria prea mult) se intorc ca sa poata sa (re)creeze, eu nu stiu de ce ma intorc. ce e asta?

“And I wonder

if you ever wonder the same

…and I still wonder…”

– Anathema, Angelica

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