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There's a woman. She writes. She likes cubes and Africa. And the North, too, what an opposition. Winter is her time, but she's waiting for the spring. She likes to wonder at the rainy, severe rocky scenery, especially laying in hot sand, feet towards the sea. She can't find her place, nor her time, so for the time being, she waits in the continental climate. And, sometimes, as a matter of fact, she's afraid without any reason. Unfortunately, she's an incorrigible pessimist. Unfortunately, her sense of justice is over-developed. Unfortunately, she doesn't give second chances. She isn't a good person. She isn't a bad person. She's a human being, simply like that. She got herself this virtual place, because she needed a panic room. Where she can hide, but is still available for those who wish to find her. She filled the shelves of this panic room with things she'd need in miserable times. More or less sensible, but by all means self-identical thoughts. Routes to reach amazing people. Pictures, songs. Others can come in here to calm down, and there will always be a place for those who are a bit afraid sometimes, just like her.Looking for…
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Category Archives: Oh, and again: about me
Toooooo muchhhhh
And when you think everything’s alright, your system throws up the sponge. You lead yourself on that “I can stand it”, but sadly it seems you can’t. An ordinary Tuesday afternoon, after you finished your work and ran out to … Continue reading
R.E.S.P.E.C.T.
In a good relationship, we don’t just have to love the other. We also have to love the the one we are beside the other. And I don’t think I loved myself lately. I couldn’t see it then, but I … Continue reading
Seven Secrets
These are not really secrets, just things that not many people know about me. Let’s be brave and give it all out.
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F*ck the dreams!
Suddenly I’m a small, boring, stuck nobody. Someone that dreams something beautiful, then in the morning among the pillows still caresses it, sitting in the kitchen above the coffee wearing pyjamas still remembers some details, the best moment comes to … Continue reading
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Unwise
Hmm. I hate it when I’m like this. Hissy. Unfair. A chick. Even childish. Selfish. Not appreciative at all. Pretentious. And huffy. So typically WOMAN. Phooey. And at the moment of the act or the word, I already know for sure … Continue reading
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Christmas, love, I’m fine…
The love may fled into the hearts tonight, that’s why it’s so cold here outside… This must be the reason… And if so, then I don’t mind. I’ll stur my stump, prolifically we run around downtown, quick, and we hurry … Continue reading
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Unburied corpses
Quote from the one-time myself: „I pile up dead people in me, and I just can’t bury them. I became to be a fanatic collector, it’s a bit scary, but I can see already how good the cleening will be. … Continue reading
Enough is enough
There is the moment you feel it’s enough. It signs its arrival with stomach-ache. Weakness, qualm. It hurts so damn bad underbelly, that you get scared – then you realize that it’s just your heart, growing so heavy that it pushes … Continue reading
To lose…
… Yesterday, my (though it’s just an object, still) beloved cell phone with my sweet little teddy bear hanging on it, who came not in a usual way to me. On a sad rainy day, feeling alone and sorry for myself, … Continue reading
Because I’m a sentimental fool…
…that’s why I burst into tears over everything, movies, books, pictures, statues, poems, music, mostly over music. That’s how i choose favourites: if I have that dumpling in my throat, that flappy love-like feeling in my stomach, then the work … Continue reading
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