July 2012
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April 2012
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Apr 17th
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Apr 17th
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Apr 17th
we spent four weeks together this time, and now, when you’re gone, I can truly feel the real meaning of “ghost limb”. I’ve never missed anybody before. it’s romantic in a way. and suffocating. but it doesn’t feel like a loss, no sadness involved. it feels like a semi-fiction prose. you are that great man in my life that makes me feel things that I never dared...
Apr 15th
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You’re sitting across the table, behind your own screen. You look cute when creating.
Apr 4th
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Apr 4th
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March 2012
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Mar 21st
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Mar 18th
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Mar 18th
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Mar 11th
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Mar 11th
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negentropy
The entropy that a living thing exports to keep its own entropy low. It means things becoming more in order. It means having functional body and grown up life. One of these days it’ll catch up on us. Trick is to find a way to benefit from both, order and chaos.
Mar 5th
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Mar 5th
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February 2012
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Feb 29th
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Feb 26th
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Feb 26th
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+ 10 years ago we were in the same room for the first time, unaware of each other. During those 10 years we were at the same time and same place uncountable number of times, until exactly a year ago our parallel paths crossed. I remember regretting the fact that you were not performing that night and that I won’t be able to reach you. You remember me as a pretty girl that looked like she...
Feb 26th
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Feb 26th
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Feb 26th
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+ you are my favorite particle in whole wide...
Feb 24th
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Feb 24th
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Feb 24th
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Feb 24th
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+If you would take a random picture every day of...
Feb 22nd
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Feb 22nd
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Feb 22nd
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Feb 22nd
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Feb 21st
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Feb 21st
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Feb 19th
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Feb 19th
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Feb 18th
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Feb 14th
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Feb 14th
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Feb 12th
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Feb 5th
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Feb 5th
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+plasma postulate
My thoughts feel clogged. At this time of the night I operate on single brain cell by default anyway, so not much is different than usual. Skype is strangely quiet. The damn thing is giving and taking, but without it, some stories wouldn’t be written. Touching keyboard has become an acceptable substitute for a real flesh touch and a separate way of being together. As a means of transport, it...
Feb 4th
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Feb 3rd
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January 2012
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Jan 28th
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Jan 26th
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Jan 26th