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5 Thoughts on Free Writing
I set the timer on 15 minutes. I start typing or writing in my notebook, depending whether I am safely tucked behind my glass table or out there, mostly on my way to or from the university. I don't think about the outcome, don't pause on any word, don't analyse - these are a part of editing - much more mundane but nevertheless, necessary to tailor ( Read more... ) -
all things
I quit smoking yesterday. Gains of giving up outweigh the 'pleasures' of having a smoke with my coffee. According to various sources, my body needs 48 to 72 hours to remove all the remnants of nicotine from my bloodstream, hence the withdrawal symptoms, I am experiencing. I am dreading going back to Poland. I feel so nervous around my family that I ( Read more... ) -
back to basics roots or foundations
I used to be quite disciplined as a child. I wonder if I can go back to the days when I would get up at 6 am to run. Or drink disgusting herbal teas to improve the condition of my skin. Or learn descriptive grammar. I guess I always wanted to be someone better. Smarter and prettier. Or maybe I tried to run away from myself. -
stop trying to make it happen for me.
I don't know. I spent the whole summer doing nothing and somehow, it doesn't bother me. Maybe I accepted my inertia and stopped living in denial. Or maybe I need prolonged non-active periods of time in order to have very productive spells shortly after. Do I feel productive right now? Yes. Am I concerned with results? Not so much, which is probably ( Read more... ) -
there's a whole new world underneath oversized sunglasses
Tumblr is all about posting pictures of:- skinny girls
- little girls in tutus
- macaroons and cupcakes
- puppies and kittens
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shapeless ocean
Sometimes I think about all those wonderful pictures I could post here but I'm too concerned with my privacy to do this. -
Paint me white and make me invisible
I'm in so much pain today that I wouldn't even get up if I didn't have to get my boarding pass printed. I'm leaving England on the 13th and heading home, though I know there is no such place. Home is just something I never really had. I had houses or flats; spaces and walls, but never a home. It doesn't bother me anymore, since me and Julian are ( Read more... ) -
The Inside My Head Pictures Present:
A dream in which I was famous and was running away from my fans. I looked for shelter in a huge, old building. I hid in a room filled with jewellery behind the glass. Then Special Agent Dale Cooper came into the room and we started smiling at each other. I told him I couldn't handle being a famous actress (and that is so true - I consider acting ( Read more... ) -
Anonymous attention whoring - not so much.
I just can't get over the fact how I love the Internet for letting me remain anonymous! I go absolutely berserk if someone invades my privacy in real life (and by 'invade' I mean, for example, ask me what I had for breakfast). Yes, I am paranoid about my private space and proud of it. I grew up amongst ignorants who felt they had to poke their ( Read more... )