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unexplainable urge to text with random strangers ✶ i should start taking my vitamins again ✶ it’s sunday and i can hear the bells ringing the whole morning ✶ my tummy hurts again ✶ please please please let the world be slow and let craftsman make beautiful

overstimulated as hell. walking the streets in this state is a torture. as if my mind is naked and everything that touches it sticks immediately. the panel with black white red buttons on the heavy machinery, the small paw prints around the corner of the…

silently fixing broken glasses with epoxy and gold dust outside the coffee shop after closing hours while music is blasting on the background. ✶ applying for random jobs for the social worker to see my efforts. ✶ replying to the message — як твої дні ?

huge spider on my door. duck taped the lower part to keep him on the other side. ✶ oats and eggs for breakfast. my stomach hurts. ✶ i haven’t had any coffee since last week. weird. ✶ my table currently looks like a big mess. but in a very particular way

i feel lost. free. but lost. it is hard to find the exact way to be. as a human. as a person. as a voice inside my own head. i’m not sure i’m doing any of it correctly. lately i’ve been questioning myself a lot. my self-awareness, my joy, my motivations. i

On the 19th of August, I’m still writing this patchwork post.

remember the fear. remember death. parody it until the flame perishes and the sun rises. there is no goodness and no kindness. no love and no admiration. as the sun warms the ground, it scorches the flowers and evaporates the streams. i’m thinking about t…

from my notes few days ago here i am. sitting in my bathtub. cooling my head. typing on my phone. word after word as i did on many phones before this one. i think one of the reasons why i love wes anderson is the way he shows bathrooms. a personal fort to…

more of a well brewed contemplation, rather than a response. i think it is indeed amazing. but not at all magical, or worth celebrating. i think a lot about the human tendency to intensify and compress things until they burst, destroying not only themselv…

i always had a problem with languages. i never learned any of them well enough to feel comfortable expressing myself. how does anyone even learn a language?