just lay in bed with me

Life is hard and then you nap.

Never sleep alone when you can share a bed.

 

dear diary,

I miss my yoga classes.

Step-dance classes are nothing like that.

They keep my mind busy and my body in shape but I can’t seem to find a rhythm yet.

I miss my yoga classes.

“The mind knows no answer, the heart knows no questions.”

mein schatz

words are cheap

but when you tell me “goodnight” it feels just like “hello”

kafka on the shore

My first novel by Haruki Murakami – I thought I will never manage to finish this murder mystery, love affair, storytelling and philosophical mixture. I loved it and now I can relate to everyone else saying how “beautifully weird” are Murakami’s books.

I can’t clearly explain in simple words what exactly happens but Kafka on the Shore is a story about a fifteen-year-old book lover who calls himself Kafka and runs away from home to look for his lost mother and sister and to get away from his horrible father whose crimes against him are never fully explained.

Fate draws him to a town where he meets two women who may well be his mother and sister, which doesn’t prevent him from having sex with them. His story is intersected with that of Nakata, a sixty-year-old man who can talk to cats. You quickly realize that Kafka’s and Nakata’s lives are interconnected, but exactly how this is doesn’t become clear until the end and maybe not even then. 

It would make a hell of a Japanese movie.

“That’s why I like to listen to Schubert while I’m driving.

As I said, it’s because all the performances are imperfect.[…]

If I listen to some utterly perfect performance of an utterly perfect piece while I’m driving, I might want to close my eyes and die right then and there. [Oshima, p. 119]

humming rhythm pianos

I used to have a small obsession with feather earrings although I haven’t even tried a pair to see how it looks like. Thank god it passed.

Now I’m into musical notes and pianos. I must be going mad ’cause this time I’m taking actions!!!

inima de turta dulce pentru copii mari

” Ne iubim ca doua bete de chibrituri.  Nu vorbim, ci ne aprindem.  Nu ne sarutam, ci provocam incendii.

Cat sunt de inalt, de un metru saisezi si sase, corpul mi-e zgaltait de un cutremur de pamant. Inima evadeaza din invelisul-inchisoare, se scurge prin artere, imi ajunge in teasta si se preschimba in creier.

Sunt tot o inima, de la fiecare muschi pana in varful degetelor.”

Mathias Malzieu, Mecanica Inimii

dream about something

I have no idea why they say that if you make a wish while blowing dandelions into the wind, your wish will come true.

And I have no idea why people have cocks showing the cardinal points on their roofs; it’s not like somebody will look that high to see which way the wind blows the cock’s metal feathers.

However, many fuzzy flowers were blown during my childhood and I’m still sending my wishes with giggles each time even though I don’t remember if those wishes came true.

It’s fun and makes me smile.

Just like the cock keeps on chuckling each time the wind blows hoping to fly away.

The book of Meow

I had to find some answers for myself all week and once I figured them out I made this.

A collage of colorful thinghies and thoughts.

The book of Meow!

The book of Me or the book of You – this I did not figured it out yet!

*Suffering Sucatash

the suicide shop

“Has your life been a failure? Let’s make your death a success.’

That’s what the Tuvache family does for a living: they run The Suicide Shop where you can find an amazing variety of ways and tools to end your life and to fit into the budget.

A combination between The Adams Family and Tim Burton characters, the Tuvaches are just “normal”: they never smile, are always depressed and they have a gloomy view about life. That is until Alan, the youngest son, starts to worry them with his laughter, singing and happiness.

He is the one greeting clients with “See you soon” instead of “Goodbye forever”, the kid that teaches his family how valuable love and life are.

Although it may sound creepy and strange this book is cheerful and enjoyable to read – a true French comedy.

&@#$*&!

I cried on the bus, on my way home, hidden under my cap.

No one noticed, no one cared.

At some point it even felt great sensing the hot tears on my cold cheeks reaching my chin.

Thing is, I’m still crying right now while writing.

I’m fucked up.

Hello, I’m a rule breaker!

I feel like everything is going down the drain.

I’m sick and tired of all the laws, norms, rules and policies and whatever else there is to show me I can’t change something.

I don’t want to look back and say “what if … “.

Just can’t.