Ploiesti is burning.
Second morning and it’s still on fire under the clear sky.
I wish it stopped from turning to ashes.
*City and Colour – Sleeping Sickness
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Lavender Gri Travels
Cats around the world
Message in a bottle
The Book of Matz
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It’s one of those days when things go exactly like you’ve expected: wrong.
This week doesn’t seem to end.
I just wanna go to sleep and wake up in the summer laying on the beach.
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I made it !
After years of struggles I finally made it: I taught Water how to keep me floating.
Yup, I learned to swim.
It’s so amazing and I still can’t believe I can move my arms and legs with my head up above the water and I don’t go under like a rocklet.
It’s silly and at the same time it makes perfect sense why I didn’t managed to do it ’till now: I can’t wear my glasses in the water and being near-sighted I was always afraid I will not be able to go to the surface if I ever sink. And I say sink ’cause ’till now I felt my butt heavy and dragging me to the depths – injecting silicone to make it float isn’t a good idea.
I have never thought swimming goggles will make me feel safe in order to start my water adventure. But they did.
I’m so proud (of myself) and grateful (to you for trusting me and being patient) right now that I can’t think of nothing else.
So strange how my mind works.
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you & her
Don’t ask her questions you already know the answers to or you can’t handle certain answers.
Don’t get mad if someone else does for her what you did not do.
It’s about feeling appreciated; it’s about knowing that at some point, someone, but mostly You, thought about her, about her feelings, about what she likes.
Someone like her will never tell you to do things for her. If she wants something, she can get it by herself.
The only thing she can’t have it on her own its happiness.
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dear diary,
I miss my yoga classes.
Step-dance classes are nothing like that.
They keep my mind busy and my body in shape but I can’t seem to find a rhythm yet.
I miss my yoga classes.
“The mind knows no answer, the heart knows no questions.”
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kafka on the shore
My first novel by Haruki Murakami – I thought I will never manage to finish this murder mystery, love affair, storytelling and philosophical mixture. I loved it and now I can relate to everyone else saying how “beautifully weird” are Murakami’s books.
I can’t clearly explain in simple words what exactly happens but Kafka on the Shore is a story about a fifteen-year-old book lover who calls himself Kafka and runs away from home to look for his lost mother and sister and to get away from his horrible father whose crimes against him are never fully explained.
Fate draws him to a town where he meets two women who may well be his mother and sister, which doesn’t prevent him from having sex with them. His story is intersected with that of Nakata, a sixty-year-old man who can talk to cats. You quickly realize that Kafka’s and Nakata’s lives are interconnected, but exactly how this is doesn’t become clear until the end and maybe not even then.
It would make a hell of a Japanese movie.
“That’s why I like to listen to Schubert while I’m driving.
As I said, it’s because all the performances are imperfect.[…]
If I listen to some utterly perfect performance of an utterly perfect piece while I’m driving, I might want to close my eyes and die right then and there. [Oshima, p. 119]
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humming rhythm pianos
I used to have a small obsession with feather earrings although I haven’t even tried a pair to see how it looks like. Thank god it passed.
Now I’m into musical notes and pianos. I must be going mad ’cause this time I’m taking actions!!!
The book of Meow 