exitement, exactly.

with the back all wet
and the bike leaned against the left iliac spine

I repeat certain phrases and motions intentionally
to have it one more time

exercising my mind, I imagine sb-sth disappears suddenly
I make a transformation into the past tense
I print it on a transparency, raise it against the city lights at five p.m.
in March it's already twilight

what one is forbidden
is to feel frightened and guilty
too much

cherry liqueur as sweet as sirup flexibly concentrated in a tiny dot
of blood
intensified life form
tight strings
of unhurried interaction
at night

that's a must! x 3

~ Jeanette Winterson's March post

I stick with my list of small things; buy good local food. Buy stuff that is sustainable. Use my local bookshop. Get the bike out as much as possible – spring will make that easier. Plant those plants that support biodiversity. Even a window box is worth it, and I have a fondness for window-boxes – so small and cheerful. Don’t buy bloody dwarf conifers stuck in a tub – plant something you would like if you were a bird or an insect or a bee. Plant annuals with scent – nature loves colour and smell – old fashioned sweet peas grown from seed – start them in March in a pot – you will love them too, and once they start to flower you can cut them everyday and more will come. Magic!
Wear clothes you like wearing and buck the billion dollar fashion industry that is turning us all into hysterics.
[...]
Try and be gentle with yourself.

~ Endangered Species Women

with the Emma Thompson's supporter:


~ AnyBody

contains compulsive eating workshop. quite scary. quite revealing.

life's what you make it

type in the word freedom
press the enter key

the discreet charm of existence

I went to the disreputable district of the W city to get my keys. on my way there, seen from the streetcar: birds were falling in waves on the roof of the covered market. on the destination street two men were destroying public property with spray cans in their hands. Z. said to me: see, how many times a miracle was supposed to happen, but it was only shit we got. in the view of it all, Irena Kwiatkowska went to dance in another dimension. which marks the spring time, I guess. I miss someone to the point where it really gets on my nerves.

that's why I got myself an awesome haircut.

x is good enough to be given what she needs

where

x - any human being

the theorem applies universally