Wzięło mnie. Wisława Szymborska umarła. Nie będzie już autonomii, nie będzie pokojów samobójców, schyłków wieku, kotów w pustym mieszkaniu...i co? I nic. Pozostaje absurd. Wzięło mnie; otworzyłam Świetlickiego. I "Państwo von Kleist ( Read more... )

It goes on and on and my head is full of cobwebs and dirt and tangled strings and i don't know what to do or how to escape. No books or movies help, music helps for a while and that's it, basically. What should i do? Do i even know what i feel is real or just a stupid shitty, childish phase? I don't feel the need to go, to meet, i just want to ( Read more... )