Airplane.

I can't remember the last time when a song made my cry.

shadows under my eyes are getting worse.
i must fix it with a dose of good sleep or just buy a better concealer.

I love it how people automatically think that you don't eat anything just because you're skinny.


Annoying, actually.

book-note to self.

the next must read author: Virginia Woolf. I've just read her biography. Interesting.

Stay hungry, stay foolish.

This is like a strong push forward.

Don't waste your time leaving someone else's life.

I felt out of sorts but then a mug of cocoa saved me.

the Master and Margarita.

watching a discussion about my favourite novel ever on the TV.
i feel like tomorrow is gonna be a day of Bulgakov's quotations.

Look at the lovely illustration I found. i wish I knew the author.

Sleep tight, Steve Jobs.

it'll pass.

everything goes by, passes by.
i am frozen. i don't move. don't see any progress. anything moves but i don't see the movement.

i am tired and desperate.


i don't even feel myself living.

Timaeus & Critias by Plato

My rating: 4 of 5 stars


A little bit complicated to read even in good translation. But worth reading anyway.



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no make up, awkward pose.

Studies are good for the brain, but not so good for the face.

tired lazybones.

I thought I would never face geometry as a subject again. But now I read Plato.

new love.

Being narcissistic - I love my music taste!

What's wrong with all the stores? I need sich simple things as a black fedora and fingerless leather gloves and I can't find them anywhere.

Not even saying a word about snake-shaped rings.

Monet's absolutely lovely paintings of Amsterdam.

breath in breath out breath in breath out

THIS IS FREAKIN' PANIC!!! I have so much to do this week, but I don't have time, LITERALLY, I just do not, neither I have energy.

Panic, panic, panic, panic, panic.

I have about ten minutes for a little rest (to eat a fig and drink some cherry tea after the late lunch).

Happy Monday to you!

I was complaining about being lazy and tired and not wanting to do my literature project but then I started and got really hooked. Now I have to restrict myself to prevent overdoing.

I feel like back in the agen of twelve. Maybe this is because of Pottermore... maybe because of the bruises all over my knees.

I listen to Hannah Fury, read Mr Bradbury and drink peppermint tea. Last saturday hours. Oops. It's over midnight. Already Sunday. Pity.

I find this somewhat funny.

I've just remembered my Mom calling me Peter-the-Great. Because when we came to the Education Fair last year I rushed to the dutchies and when she found me I had already been talking to the Dutch man from Avans University.   

Mom thinks I have a hervous exhaustion but the problem is, hem, that i feel like it's a constant state of mine. This needs to be fixed but I don't really the the ways to do t.

i haven't said this, you haven't heard this.

One month has passed.
I feel how some things change - inside and outside. And some - those that are not comething worth keeping - do not.


I am, like, frozen. In time, in space, just frozen. 

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The heating is finally on! Alright, I'll survive the autumn. With chai tea and good tracks in my ipod especially. 

I'm quite far from NYC...

...but this seems to match my mood for some reason.

#nowplaying: we are scientists

My levels of laziness are pushing all the limits. I was honestly trying to study when I came back home from Uni - and, fair to say, I did study - spent a couple of hours with my german homework (it's huge) but I just can't make myself sit and write at least a paragraph for my literature project (I should compare two poems and find out if one of them is used as another one's subtext).

well i think i deserve some rest.

Weeks are fast-flying, but not easy-going! Days are filled with coffee, notes, books and chilly winds. I get headaches, I'm being a nerd, I eat quite a lot of dark chocolate.

My mood is better.

But I still feel complicated.

I have some troubles with Linguistics now. The subject itself is interesting...well, in general. But phonetics! I can't focus on the lectures and just float in space. This is just not my thing.

I am so worried about my future. I am so much afraid of struggling in vain. Or struggling for something false. 

Tori Amos - Raspberry Swirl

I crave a piece of carrot cake! With a tiny marzipan carrot on top.


I and I can't help feeling tired. Have many time have I mentioned it this far?


And I wish I could say I'm free of doubts.

I must confess I don't feel very good these days - both physically and inwardly. My body temperature keeps being a little bit lower than normal, it doesn't get higher than 36 degrees. Not critical, I just get some headaches and feel tired, but this doesn't make me any more cheerful.

No time - well, this is not new. Disgusting deja vu feeling.


This too shall pass.

I don't usually like russian poetry in english translation.

but i like this. just read.


February. Get ink, shed tears.
Write of it, sob your heart out, sing,
While torrential slush that roars
Burns in the blackness of the spring.

Go hire a buggy. For six grivnas,
Race through the noice of bells and wheels
To where the ink and all you grieving
Are muffled when the rainshower falls.
 
To where, like pears burnt black as charcoal,
A myriad rooks, plucked from the trees,
Fall down into the puddles, hurl
Dry sadness deep into the eyes.
 
Below, the wet black earth shows through,
With sudden cries the wind is pitted,
The more haphazard, the more true
The poetry that sobs its heart out.
 
(c) Boris Pasternak

My home is really cold as the heating is not turned on yet. I am warming by herbal tea and read Pottermore.

The weather swings don't do any good for me - my body temperature is low and I feel a little amoebic.