i’ve been drinking such massive amounts of citrus tea lately that i worry my skin is slowly becoming that of a lemon. it’s cold outside; someone’s reading neruda aloud but i can only think about blue shoes and empty staircases. tu silencio es de estrella mientras que yo no soy más que una castaña despeinada. you’re so beautiful and delusive when frozen windows reflect your face
i hate it how people tell me i shouldn’t care that much about global problems, chill out and stop worrying about people and their struggles because i can’t change a thing, and that’s not true, and their attitude makes me very sad, very very sad. even theoretical considerations count, as long as they do not remain ungrounded. acts of critical thinking should not be marginalized. move your privileged asses, people, there’s so much to think about and rearrange; what do you get your education for? to become affulent or to grow conscious? i’m so tired of all those kids who plan to be lawyers or medicians only because those professions are well-paid. the progressive commercialization of education never fails to astound me; there’s so much more to learning and beginning an adult life than the shimmering vision of rolling in money, really. i don’t want to be a shallow, beautifully-packed product for my gracious future employers. a lot of shit’s going on, let’s not be passive. broaden your minds, people, we’re all part of this beautiful & violent & fucked-up world, don’t hesitate to show a lil’ bit of empathy.
so we’re walking through the park.. we started going through this dark area with a lot of trees and he started holding my hand. it felt soo nice for some reason. why? WTF
o jawo moja, gdzie ty?