1. I am baaack. and excited. and drunk. we had a few with my flatmate. domácí slivovice.


  2. today was the day of the Slovak constitution. all people stayed at home on behalf of that and ??celebrated ? paid respect to it?? I don’t think so. and this post really nicely sums up how fucked up everything in our politics and jurisdiction is. it says that "a constitution is that holy and untouchable thing that you [politicians] manage to rewrite in a case of need.” this refers to the latest and the most ridiculous change in our constitution that specifies a family to be a unit of only one man and one woman. so that our country can restrain rights of its own people and show how totally homophobic, disrespectful and discriminative it is. congratulations.  


  3. a week ago my mother stopped talking to me, because of a really stupid thing, which is pointless to even talk about. she also said that if I ever want something from her, I can just forget about it or go to my friends or father instead. she also said that she won’t cook or basically do anything for me at all. and yesterday when she was out on a walk, I had a bowl of a soup that she made. when she came back, I heard her talking to my brother in the corridor about the amount of soup in the pot that was missing and she was lamenting and asked him to go to ask me if I ate it. and he refused. I was really scared that my own mother is forbidding me to eat food at my own home, like I am a complete stranger or something. what kind of person is she when she can let a stupid argument go this far. and today, I’m packing stuff and I’m almost finished. and I was just in the kitchen taking some food that I wanted to take to brno and she came home and I got a panic attack and quickly put everything back and went to my room. like, thanks mom for making me scared of taking food from my own home, it is really nice of you.


  4. Sleep is still most perfect, in spite of hygienists, when it is shared with a beloved. The warmth, the security and peace of soul, the utter comfort from the touch of the other, knits the sleep, so that it takes the body and soul completely in its healing.
    —  D. H. Lawrence, Sons and Lovers

  5. that one time u immitated orgasm and i accidentally recorded it.mp3


  6. a portrait of myself taken about a month ago during the sunny morning in Bratislava. 


  7. nearlya:

    Amie DickeAfter Goldschmidt, 2012

    "At the Herengracht 401 there is a room on the third floor. This room used to be a hiding place for young (Jewish) men during World War II. Manuel Goldschmidt was one of them and after the liberation he stayed connected to this safe house. Until recently he lived in the same room where he was kept in hiding. He died in March 2012.

    When I first entered the space it felt like a time capsule. A frozen world that you do not want to touch because of its delicate state, yet too important to let it go. In an attempt to mark the fragile points I began to fill up the cracks and open joints with pieces of gold colored emergency blankets. 

    I started with the windows (there was quite some draft). Then I lined the contours of the space between the outside wall and the carpet, like a floor plan, followed by the cracks in the furniture pieces and little holes in the walls and ceiling. It took me almost a month to make this fragmented drawing in space.”

    (via fuckyeahexistentialism)


  8. Downton is back! well, not yet but soon. september will be good, I feel it. I mean, not because the new series only, but also changing places and habits, returning to school (I’m starting my MA studies and I’ve signed up to some pretty cool courses!!), seeing my flatmates again, drinking moravian wine in our decadent kitchen, going to indian vege menu at haribol <3, meeting new people (hopefully / possibly). I hope this enthusiasm won’t turn out to be a failure / a complete opposite.


  9. when I type the letter “i” into Safari, it automatically shows imdb.com. before it was always the information system of my university. I’ve been literally obsessed with watching movies and tv-shows all summer, I can’t even count how many it has been. but slowly i’m going back to IS, I can feel september with my nose, cos it starts to be fucking freezing outside. on tuesday I’m coming back to brno and I still haven’t figured out who’s gonna take me from the station, cos I definitely can’t go by tram with all that stuff. it’s fuckin shitty that I don’t know anyone with a car there. also I feel really tired of going to bars everyday. when I woke up this morning at my friend’s house (different friend, different house, again) I told myself that I just need to go home and stay there for at least 18 hours. uh.. okay.. I’m gonna download another movie.


  10. ahhh I love e e cummings, he is too great.

    (Source: poetrylit)


  11. gradually I’m making my personal collection of screenshots where people who hated me on high school, shouted swear words at me in crowded corridors, wrote them on my desk and threw rubbish in my locker, are now asking me for a friendship. it is really ridiculous, because even though I consider myself quite tough and I never responded to their behaviour in any way and tbh I never really cared, I still don’t get how can any of them possibly think I would ever speak to them in my life. just lol.


  12. all I ever think about are sick ideas involving me, involving you. did you know that people have apricot trees in north Slovakia? I didn’t. it’s strange how I always envied girls their high and curved eyebrows. now I really love these flat and straight ones best. I hope you are all well, I am a bit cold, it’s only 9 degrees outside, poor apricots right?


  13. one lazy summer afternoon with Luc, in one of the most beautiful and cozy cafés in Bratislava. it is called La Putika and it’s truly amazing. 


  14. too many selfies lately, I know. when I went drunk to sleep at my grandma’s a few weeks ago I woke up [still drunk [last photo]] with the ginger kitty sleeping on me. it was so surprising and unexpected, because my black cat at home is so heavy that I would have to be dead not drunk not to notice him lying on me. I have to say that I miss my oversized secondhand blue shirt that I forgot at my friend’s place in bratislava. I could stay all day in it. and no, it wasn’t aliens or any kind of unidentified flying objects landing on the playground in front of my flathouse. every time a circus comes and leaves, they leave these weird round grass shapes here. I’m glad they are gone tho, they play the most horrible music possible.


  15. "

    You said, “I will go to another land, I will go to another sea.
    Another city will be found, a better one than this.
    Every effort of mine is a condemnation of fate;
    and my heart is—like a corpse—buried.
    How long will my mind remain in this wasteland.
    Wherever I turn my eyes, wherever I may look
    I see black ruins of my life here,
    where I spent so many years destroying and wasting.”

    You will find no new lands, you will find no other seas.
    The city will follow you. You will roam the same
    streets. And you will age in the same neighborhoods;
    and you will grow gray in these same houses.
    Always you will arrive in this city. Do not hope for any other—
    There is no ship for you, there is no road.
    As you have destroyed your life here
    in this little corner, you have ruined it in the entire world.

    — C.P. Cavafy, “The City” (via heteroglossia)