this.

pure loop. onda?
I haven’t heard the voice in your houseno voice apart from echothey have been putting ash on my headash, but they had promised me opium


Lao Che - “Dym”


i’ve just done the composition made of dried flowers. but don’t call me an artist. it’s just a voice at the back of my head that wants me to do such things.like going canoing, too.

I haven’t heard the voice in your house
no voice apart from echo
they have been putting ash on my head
ash, but they had promised me opium

Lao Che - “Dym”

i’ve just done the composition made of dried flowers. but don’t call me an artist. it’s just a voice at the back of my head that wants me to do such things.
like going canoing, too.

(via clevish)


there should be a song that plays inside me, like always on my blog for two years, but I can’t post it, cause it is only ours.

i’ve realized that having a boyfriend has also its cons. what now? no dxm. no drugs. little alcohol, but frequently. only our imagination, or not, or art at urbexes.right now nothing is conquering my mind. everything goes so slowly, or i am so stressed that i don’t recognize new chapters.

there should be a song that plays inside me, like always on my blog for two years, but I can’t post it, cause it is only ours.

i’ve realized that having a boyfriend has also its cons. what now? no dxm. no drugs. little alcohol, but frequently. only our imagination, or not, or art at urbexes.
right now nothing is conquering my mind. everything goes so slowly, or i am so stressed that i don’t recognize new chapters.

(Source: novaeque, via wellyoureinhell)

clevish:

badlydrawnmonkey:

In a room filled with all the people I have ever known, you would be the person I choose to sit next to.

a message from a friend I received on 13th June 2013: 'i think you two will be getting along, although he may be pissing you off initially'  yesterday this pissing off ended. i think i made a friend. it seems you were right after all, O.

great minds attract each other, you know it well.but I wasn’t right with the thing above this message. I fell in love with this girl and got scalded for the first time in my life on the first day of September.

PS you’re still my friend. let’s get drunk on Friday like we’ve never been before.

clevish:

badlydrawnmonkey:

In a room filled with all the people I have ever known, you would be the person I choose to sit next to.


a message from a friend I received on 13th June 2013:
'i think you two will be getting along, although he may be pissing you off initially'
yesterday this pissing off ended. i think i made a friend. it seems you were right after all, O.

great minds attract each other, you know it well.
but I wasn’t right with the thing above this message. I fell in love with this girl and got scalded for the first time in my life on the first day of September.

PS you’re still my friend. let’s get drunk on Friday like we’ve never been before.

clevish:

sirrini:

myself

personal declaration?
i’m not in love with you. i’m in love with your mind. thus i can’t get over what you said. that you want to commit mental suicide. i’m gonna miss you so much. (i already do, although i spent half of the year telling myself i don’t need it all.) i’m gonna miss our talks. there is no one else i can talk with this way.i respect your decision and i don’t have the right to change your mind. i believe you’re doing it because of love. i’m in love with my life, though, and you know what ‘life’ means to me.i miss you so much. thank you.

finally, I got to cry.

clevish:

sirrini:

myself

personal declaration?

i’m not in love with you. i’m in love with your mind.
thus i can’t get over what you said. that you want to commit mental suicide. i’m gonna miss you so much. (i already do, although i spent half of the year telling myself i don’t need it all.) i’m gonna miss our talks. there is no one else i can talk with this way.
i respect your decision and i don’t have the right to change your mind. i believe you’re doing it because of love. i’m in love with my life, though, and you know what ‘life’ means to me.
i miss you so much. thank you.

finally, I got to cry.

(Source: formalineme7)

I’ve had enough of memoriesI barely can cope with my houseyou might remember me in different, different shape

Artur Rojek - “Beksa”

my life is getting crazy. I’ve lost my hope. I’m full of jealousness about my friends’ families.I feel that I have a small pink flower inside me which is going to be killed soon by my parents.a trip on the route of photography.

I’ve had enough of memories
I barely can cope with my house
you might remember me in different, different shape

Artur Rojek - “Beksa”

my life is getting crazy. I’ve lost my hope. I’m full of jealousness about my friends’ families.
I feel that I have a small pink flower inside me which is going to be killed soon by my parents.
a trip on the route of photography.

(Source: itsalicja)

oh miss madonna where you goin’ after churchin that preacher’s car you know I won’t tell nobody that you’ve been smoking cigars 

CocoRosie - ‘Madonna’

and cry. cry all day. cause I saw best minds of my generation being totally insane. I am alone among mind-healthy people..

oh miss madonna where you goin’ after church
in that preacher’s car 
you know I won’t tell nobody 
that you’ve been smoking cigars 

CocoRosie - ‘Madonna’

and cry. cry all day. cause I saw best minds of my generation being totally insane. I am alone among mind-healthy people..

(Source: 5-7-9-4, via defektmozgu)

there’s really small rain from the enormous cloudreally heavy rain from the small cloudyou can call it as you want

happysad - “Marihuana”

I’m full of fear and shyness, full of memories, plans, imaginations and pessimism. have just lost a boomerang again, huh. I can’t find my own place in this world. some big days, tomorrow and next week. boom.

there’s really small rain from the enormous cloud
really heavy rain from the small cloud
you can call it as you want

happysad - “Marihuana”

I’m full of fear and shyness, full of memories, plans, imaginations and pessimism. have just lost a boomerang again, huh. I can’t find my own place in this world. some big days, tomorrow and next week. boom.

(Source: luna-moon, via wellyoureinhell)

happiness hit herlike a train on a trackcoming towards herstuck still no turning back

Florence And The Machine - ‘The Dog Days Are Over’

my first weed. think it has marked something.yesterday I reminded that the Lost Cosmonauts theory had been driving me crazy in my late childhood.some of us, here in Poland, are afraid of Russians.

happiness hit her
like a train on a track
coming towards her
stuck still no turning back

Florence And The Machine - ‘The Dog Days Are Over’

my first weed. think it has marked something.
yesterday I reminded that the Lost Cosmonauts theory had been driving me crazy in my late childhood.
some of us, here in Poland, are afraid of Russians.

(Source: yournahimana)

are there some aces up your sleeve?have you no idea that you’re in deep?I dreamt about you nearly every night this week

Arctic Monkeys - ‘Do I Wanna Know?”

M: “but there’s a thing I remember. we haven’t broken up because of F”

are there some aces up your sleeve?
have you no idea that you’re in deep?
I dreamt about you nearly every night this week

Arctic Monkeys - ‘Do I Wanna Know?”

M: “but there’s a thing I remember. we haven’t broken up because of F”

(via supermassivepinkhole)

now it’s warm, I’ve lit the stove burned my poems, feel so small my diploma’s on the wall in the long jump - third place won 

Myslovitz - “Szklany człowiek”

it’s enough if my heart beats. I feel so small in comparison, a departer, I like you, indeed. is something going to happen? two eights in his phone number left. close, closer, the closest.

now it’s warm, I’ve lit the stove 
burned my poems, feel so small 
my diploma’s on the wall 
in the long jump - third place won 

Myslovitz - “Szklany człowiek”

it’s enough if my heart beats. I feel so small in comparison, a departer, I like you, indeed. is something going to happen? two eights in his phone number left. close, closer, the closest.

(Source: getscaredme, via imuststartliving)

woman please be goneyou’ve stayed here much too longdon’t you wish that you could crydon’t you wish I would die

Sixto Rodriguez - ‘Hate Street Dialogue’

I wonder if hitting someone slightly with an umbrella is some kind of saying ‘I love you’ in my weird school. actually, I’ve gone mad.
illustration: “Cache Cache” by Caroline Morin

woman please be gone
you’ve stayed here much too long
don’t you wish that you could cry
don’t you wish I would die

Sixto Rodriguez - ‘Hate Street Dialogue’

I wonder if hitting someone slightly with an umbrella is some kind of saying ‘I love you’ in my weird school. actually, I’ve gone mad.

illustration: “Cache Cache” by Caroline Morin

(Source: carolinemorin)

these mist covered mountainsare a home now for mebut my home is the lowlandsand always will be

Dire Straits - ‘Brothers In Arms’

nothing to add, nothing to shorten. right now it means the past.

these mist covered mountains
are a home now for me
but my home is the lowlands
and always will be

Dire Straits - ‘Brothers In Arms’

nothing to add, nothing to shorten. right now it means the past.

(via sn0w-b0arding)

and all of that behind my windowand all of that is given to me

Lipali - “Wiersz”

Adolf Hitler original painting. is that a history of art or the history of humanity? he was a real, open-minded artist, and artists don’t seem to be humans sometimes.

and all of that behind my window
and all of that is given to me

Lipali - “Wiersz”

Adolf Hitler original painting. is that a history of art or the history of humanity? he was a real, open-minded artist, and artists don’t seem to be humans sometimes.

(Source: sirrini)

I was close to get to knowwhether the end, hole is death or gateyou must touch a bottom, really is it here?I don’t know where is it, enough, is it now?

Myslovitz - “Blog filatelistów polskich”

my father has found him dead in the woods today morning. I wonder if he had looked like in the picture.

I was close to get to know
whether the end, hole is death or gate
you must touch a bottom, really is it here?
I don’t know where is it, enough, is it now?

Myslovitz - “Blog filatelistów polskich”

my father has found him dead in the woods today morning. I wonder if he had looked like in the picture.

(Source: xbroseph, via sirrini)

fuck you, fucking fucker

me: I can’t sleep. 
ex: do you remember what I always advised? 
me: I don’t. 
ex: but now it may not work, because I don’t know what you think about me inside. 
me: nevermind, tell me. 
ex: lie on your side. 
me: ok. 
ex: calm your breath, close eyes and cover yourself by the quilt up to your neck. 
me: and what now? 
ex: curl up slightly, bend your knees. 
me: done.

ex: imagine safety. the safety like you felt when I was near. 
me: you have never told me that. 
ex: form this safety. into a person. into myself. imagine me lying behind you and snuggling you. 
me: you the fuck want me to become attached to you again? 
ex: you feel my breath on hair, my hand under your head and another hand lying on your waist and holding your hand. 
me: stop it.
ex: heat of my tights on yours, safety, calm and reliability.
me: don’t.
ex: good night.
me: don’t do this again.
ex: you wanted that.