Paint me white and make me invisible
I'm in so much pain today that I wouldn't even get up if I didn't have to get my boarding pass printed. I'm leaving England on the 13th and heading home, though I know there is no such place. Home is just something I never really had. I had houses or flats; spaces and walls, but never a home. It doesn't bother me anymore, since me and Julian are moving in together and starting out happy ever after adventure. I couldn't ask for a better person to move in with, aside from the fact he's the one. He's clean, he cooks and recycles. Not spoilt in a least bit. I'm happy I won't have to put up with all this drama queening I've experienced in the past years. And the funniest part was: the boys were the bitchiest. Admittedly, I lived mostly with latent homosexuals, but still.
I recently read South of the Border, West of the Sun by Haruki Murakami and it was strangely hypnotising, like all his books. I just couldn't stop poring over Hajime's life, and although I should have been repulsed by his selfishness, I just wanted to know what happens next.
I noticed I read more these days but I feel it's still not enough. I decided that I will learn Spanish while in Poland and I'll read all my books on magic realism so that I can find some inspirations for my MA thesis. But when I come back, I'll definitely have to absorb some history of English literature; unless I find a good source on the subject in Poland, because the language is the last thing that matters in this case.
I recently read South of the Border, West of the Sun by Haruki Murakami and it was strangely hypnotising, like all his books. I just couldn't stop poring over Hajime's life, and although I should have been repulsed by his selfishness, I just wanted to know what happens next.
I noticed I read more these days but I feel it's still not enough. I decided that I will learn Spanish while in Poland and I'll read all my books on magic realism so that I can find some inspirations for my MA thesis. But when I come back, I'll definitely have to absorb some history of English literature; unless I find a good source on the subject in Poland, because the language is the last thing that matters in this case.