The Asteroids Galaxy Tour.

stie cineva care e faza cu fetele care au ata colorata in par? ce trebuie sa compenseze?

The Smiths.

what really amuses me is that each time one of my flatmates comes in my room, they immediately look at my wall and read the post-its glued there. each time.
i read them everyday aswell, they keep me going even when i feel like i’m gonna collapse.

Sia.

got some more Sylvia for the night, because she makes my nights less nights.
*
Cold on my narrow cot I lie
and in sorrow look
through my window-square of black:

figured in the midnight sky,
a mosaic of stars
diagrams the falling years,

while from the moon, my lover’s eye
chills me to death
with radiance of his frozen faith.

Once I wounded him with so
small a thorn
I never thought his flesh would burn

or that the heat within would grow
until he stood
incandescent as a god;

now there is nowhere I can go
to hide from him:
moon and sun reflect his flame.

In the morning all shall be
the same again:
stars pale before the angry dawn;

the gilded cock will turn for me
the rack of time
until the peak of noon has come

and by that glare, my love will see
how I am still
blazing in my golden hell.
*

Maribel.

in fiecare an, Clujul se umple de oameni noi care habar nu au ce vor sa faca cu viata lor, sau ce vor sa studieze, sau ce le place cu adevarat. stiu doar ca vor sa plece de acasa si sa cheltuiasca banii parintilor pe cumparaturi in mall si mancat in oras. in timpul liceului, Clujul…a fost un fel de nirvana pentru toti.
anul asta a fost randul vostru.

Coconut Records.

i’m young and reckless!

Just Jack.

i’m sorry.
sometimes i cannot handle it when people around me give me too much attention. and then, i can’t handle it when people don’t.
i get goosebumps when i think about two things. one of them i can’t talk about because it’s so private no one knows about it but me.
but the second thing is getting goosebumps when i think of me, ten years from now. i’ll be almost 30. i expect that in the next few years i’ll figure out what’s happening and how i can deal with myself better than i do now. i feel like i’ve already started. my mind’s opened a bit and my liver can still handle processing a large quantity of alcohol each day. (almost each day, i usually don’t drink much on mondays)
i wish i could go back in time sometimes and fix things that still need to be fixed but can’t now because it’s too late. never trust someone saying ‘it’s never too late’. it’s not true. there are moments when it’s just too late and you know things can’t go back because you’ve made up your mind and the bitchy time can’t be paused.

i’m in a bed which has black sheets. but there are a lot of darker things hidden between them.

The Shins.

azi mi-am cumparat o sticla de vin, bere de ghimbir, suc de portocale, doua mere, un kilogram de prune si un kilogram de morcovi.
am ajuns acasa cu 3 carti in plus, dimineata plecasem cu nici una. sticla de vin am defacut-o intr-o jumatate de ora, dupa ce m-am chinuit si am rupt un tirbuson si un cutit. vineri am de predat o lucrare destul de importanta, care e prima lucrare din viata mea de aici. e mult de scris si nu sunt obisnuita sa mi se ceara sa scriu ceva 100% personal, dupa ce atatia ani de zile de scoala romaneasca am protestat impotriva invatatului pe de rost. am ajuns acasa pe la 6, dupa ce mi-am facut o supa de morcovi m-am decis sa scriu ceva. e ora 1.33 dimineata si inca nu am reusit sa imi termin lucrarea. am de facut referinte, bibliografia, intr-un anumit stil care deocamdata ma deprima putin.
zilele astea o sa imi iau un bilet de autobuz spre anglia, unde o sa imi petrec craciunul si revelionul, perioada care sper sa fie mai frumoasa decat ma astept. dar! pana plec am de scris 4 lucrari, de editat o gramada de poze si de baut multe sticle de vin. si de mancat multa mancare thailandeza. ah si de citit multe carti. ma simt aproape coplesita. mananc mult si totusi, cumva, reusesc sa slabesc in acelasi timp. daca o mai tin asa multa vreme o sa ma transform intr-o umbra. oricum hainele din magazinele de aici imi sunt toate prea mari.
vremea e de fapt, mai frumoasa decat zice toata lumea. nu ploua tot timpul, nu sufla vantul tot timpul, sunt dimineti in care ma trezesc din cauza ca soarele imi deranjeaza ochii.
nu mai stiu notiunea de ‘dimineata’. am ore de la 11 si mi se pare o blasfemie sa trebuiasca sa ma trezesc inainte de ora 9.
profesorii sunt faini. iti raspund la mailuri, iti scriu pe twitter, beau cafea cu tine la fumatoare si iti tin prelegeri la cursuri despre superioritatea produselor Apple.
viata e de fapt destul de usoara si frumoasa aici, sus, pe harta. singurul lucru putin deprimant e ca sunt mai aproape de groenlanda decat de casa. in distanta, vorbind.

Daft punk.

some intellectual activity yesterday made my memory click and here’s a little poem by bukowski.

the best often die by their own hand
just to get away,
and those left behind
can never quite understand
why anybody
would ever want to
get away
from
them

Bloc Party.

i guess i am not cured yet, i have yet to figure out what i want out of this life and the people around me. for the moment being, i am pleased with fucking my own brains.
*

cred ca unul dintre lucrurile care imi plac cel mai mult aici e ca nimeni nu imi cere socoteala pentru ce fac, cum fac sau de ce fac. pot sa fiu obsedata, fara sa imi motivez obsesia, pot sa umblu desculta pe asfalt si sa fie 3 grade afara si sa nu se uite nimeni ciudat la mine.

Home Video.

i’m good.