capture, never release

comfort + security

éneklő kariatidák + ami kimaradt a középsuliból, és feltétlenül be kell pótolni

leg
szeb
bek
amikor a régen látott..
sweet nothing meg a szimmetriákról tanulok
there's an open window
kapok dolgokat
a mások élete
orientálisra maszkírozódni minden egyes alkalommal mert régen voltam már koreai takarítónő
glaciers melting in the dead of night
törekszik
climbing
up the
úrjézus, az ilyen alkalmakkor nem szabad egyedül lenni
a mások élete
big distraction, otherwordly

justine

the ever-recurring-reoccuring question of it's either the happy insanity that's better or the unbearable reality.

funny how aspects of the outer world leave me almost completely unconcerned, but honestly, would you be concerned about all these abstactions if you had been assaulted?
let's not pretend something we're not, I wouldn't want to hinder anyone's case, anyway.
and how can someone represent more than they are with a conscience that's not clear, another question mark.
for the balance of soul, I can't
however, I would probably have to shoot myself into the river first.
the problem is that people assume everyone is in their right mind; everyone is expected to
act as if they were in their right mind.
what if I don't care what happens to me as long as it's not more painful than what is happening inside my
sick brain. what if I feel I don't mind the river
melancholia



avagy 'súrlódásaim a külvilággal' és 'a nyaralás mint halálnem' vagy 'a papa traumatikus találkozásai a társadalommal' vagy 'a pokol hetedik köre'

viccesen minden jobb

tervez, végez

how could I fight when we're on the same side

az elutasításodra és a bántásodra csak a szeretetemmel tudok felelni, mert ez van bennem, és nem fogok úgy tenni, mintha másképp lenne.

'És én majd elvégzem magamban,
Hogy zsarnokságom megbocsásd'

make-believe

-how dou you actually become attractive?
(-you don't.)
(-do you?)
(...)
-well, you keep on pretending you are giving yourself and the rest of the world the illusion
you actually are until you start believing you actually are.
-hm.
-well, yes. you might call it self-condfidence.
-that's it!
-I might just call it delusion and deception.

better than none

funny thing when in the first half of the day you're convinced
human interactions of any sort were not meant for you
and you take it really seriously to quit the remainder
of them, if any
(I have never meant to trust anyone, I understand
your concern about me developing an adherence to you..)
but today I would have answered 'no need to fear,
I wouldn't want to be adhered to, either'
but see, that was four hours ago and the whole
world should have changed and now I'm just desperately
needing someone to claim someone belonging a little to me
but then again isn't that an interference with
my conception of born-alone-die-alone-and-in-the-inbetween-
an-illusion-of-togetherness
and don't-worry-the-only-thing-I-will-ever-feel-attached-to-
is-my-insanity

this is how I cope with myself.
I don't.
the rest of the world doesn't even crawl in
the picture