Respect for the elders

no respect for the ferocious dogs that protect the house

My father's mustache is older than me. I should show some respect for it.

Vlfkhg;fr;bsotihj

hanged doll

Yet another fight with yourself. On the one hand you feel underprivileged but on the other you think you might not try enough. Who is wrong you or the world? Or maybe who is right? Does one have both? So you get angry and then sad and then you remember how exhausted you are or maybe you aren't? However confused you get you tranquilize your mind but even if you do what is the conclusion, the solution, the end??

When is this circle gonna break?

Perspective

It's hard to think this will be the last time.

But when you see it and realise that you can't do it and that you'll never do it again , well that's harsh.. .

                                                                                                               
                                                   
                                                                                  , not sure if I formulate it right, but the difference is that in the first case you will do it one last time and you'll get the chance to say goodbye whereas in the second when you get to see what you can't do you can't even remember the last time you did it.

Alarm clock

My mobile phone is lying days now on my bedside cabinet pretty much away from its original purposes serving just as an alarm.

Guillotines and stuff

yeah, I'm taking a picture of my foot,
next post I'll show you how cool it turned out

I adore vanilla creme. My grandmother used to do drawings with cinnamon on top of it. At first I would ask for flowers, houses, or cats. The issue appeared when I started asking for lazer guns, pirate ships and guillotines (!) - of course they had guillotines, I remember !

Damn cartoons, from then on cinnamon would lie on the surface like ashes.

Vacant stomach

she stood there still looking at me until I couldn't
see her anymore

It's when you arrive at your place and smell delicious food waiting to be eaten, that you wish as hell for the smell to be from your appartment even though you know it can't be.

Stressed?

bliss

The moment you realise you won't make it, you forget and you feel carefree like what you were stressed about never existed.

From dream's point of view

Montmarte

You should see me in your sleep & talk to me and you'll see, tommorow I'll tell you what you said.

Urban shit

Cause I'm an urban girl from birth. Whenever we went to the countryside for vacation I felt sick and used to think I had an allergy in rural areas.

On the other hand when you live packed like sardines you can't even sing, you can't even scream, you can't even cry.

Diary issues

we love cup noodles
I also used to pick relevant pictures to go with the post
but the past weeks I thought it was boring

Yes, I had a diary for a couple of months. I would write any noticable news but after a whlile I started to feel like most of them were unworthy , so one day I noticed the last pages were blank

Is that.. . fall?

BIG FAT CLOUD

The reaction of my sister when I showed her the picture was :

-What cloud is that? Where did you find it? 
                             
                                                               ahahahaha



Autumn is here finally.

LIVE

3 Blanket Party

You can vote for '3 BLANKET PARTY' for absolutely no reason ( except if you have any interest in me winning money) HERE!  And I might tell you what our name means..

Shame on me

athina in central europe

When I was young , when visiting my cousin's house, we (me,my sister and him) would always wear our swimsuits (my sister didn't. She didn't accept any kind of cloth in her body until the age of 5) and go to his yard running all around like wackos while the automatic watering system was on. Whenever somebody passed the road and looked at us I was ashamed and stopped until he left.

Yesterday, while walking in front of a ballet school and listenig to the piano I started demonstrating my dancing moves in the empty night road. After a pirouette I noticed someone looking at me wondering. I guess some feelings will remain the same.

Occult

so if you can't see my face?

Why can you read my face? Are there any subtitles around that I'm not aware of? Cause not only can you see through me but you can clearly repeat my thoughts. And I hate it. So if there's a secret or some power I lack off  tell me! You have to since it's not only you, or people who know me better than theirselfs , it's also complete strangers. You have to tell me what's wrong with my face.
                                                                      Why can't I keep my thoughts for myself        ?

His saliva

I adore you even more than raspberries 

From now on the only liquid on you will be your sweat and my saliva, no more tears . .alright?