valentino

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AL1yVpsXOtA&feature=related

dead farm

http://pl.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trupia_farma / http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Body_farm

what an amazing thing omg

anyway, i constantly feel old

like i've wasted so much time, all my life, or something, and i can't even remember on what

let's add that i'm 19

yesterday was sunny and pretty and warm

today's windy and ugly and i haven't really slept. for 2 days.

it was meant to be a positive post, ok, so let's add some pink girlie stuff

i remember watching, and then reading the virgin suicides for the first time and i miss the feeling, i really do

eksplodujący sukulent

myślę o moim dzieciństwie na blokowisku, w czasach, kiedy nikt się jeszcze nie bał wystawiać kwiatów na korytarz. myślę o moich sąsiadach i zapachu obiadów, pieczeni ze śliwką, gołąbkach z kapustą, cieście cytrynowym z czterocentymetrową warstwą lukru, pachnących od dwunastego piętra do parteru.

myślę o pierwszych obiadach jedzonych, rodzinnie, na maleńkim balkonie. młode ziemniaki, pierwsze szparagi, mizeria z ogórka, który ma prawdziwy smak. jeszcze-jeszcze-jeszcze trochę poczekam, a potem zacznie się; nagrzany asfalt, gołe stopy, burze.

dziwnie na mnie działa ta wiosna.

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so you want to be a writer

if it doesn’t come bursting out of youin spite of everything,don’t do
it.unless it comes unasked out of yourheart and your mind and your
mouthand your gut,don’t do it.if you have to sit for
hoursstaring at your computer screenor hunched over
yourtypewritersearching for words,don’t do it.if you’re doing it
for money orfame,don’t do it.if you’re doing it because you
wantwomen in your bed,don’t do it.if you have to sit there
andrewrite it again and again,don’t do it.if it’s hard work just
thinking about doing it,don’t do it.if you’re trying to write like
somebodyelse,forget about it.if you have to wait for it to roar out
ofyou,then wait patiently.if it never does roar out of you,do
something else.
if you first have to read it to your wifeor your girlfriend or your
boyfriendor your parents or to anybody at all,you’re not ready.
don’t be like so many writers,don’t be like so many thousands
ofpeople who call themselves writers,don’t be dull and boring
andpretentious, don’t be consumed with self-love.the libraries of
the world haveyawned themselves tosleepover your kind.don’t add
to that.don’t do it.unless it comes out ofyour soul like a
rocket,unless being still woulddrive you to madness orsuicide or
murder,don’t do it.unless the sun inside you isburning your
gut,don’t do it.
when it is truly time,and if you have been chosen,it will do it
byitself and it will keep on doing ituntil you die or it dies in
you.
there is no other way.
and there never was.

- so you want to be a writer; charles bukowski

the devil

the devil follows you everywhere you go

because he's afraid to be alone

kwiecień w paryżu

drop the bombs