HelluvaGirl

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Walking with Elephants

Well done Mario Bassanov! A piece by a Lithuanian DJ on the European Hit Radio Top playlist.

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She Came to Give It to You

The refrain sounds like actual music!

Ignore the plastic.

blurring

the more

you run in my veins

the more

i’m forgetting your face

I Don’t Think About You Anymore But, I Don’t Think About You Anyless

The Season of the Perfect Storms

And then those other fantasies came.

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mingling

i don’t own my words
they are of us both
i don’t own
my love

Une Rencontre

To say I was a weird kid would be an understatement. With a foster-home haircut, I was often confused for a boy, too. When I saw my first film with Sophie Marceau, I realised a girl who didn’t smile could be beautiful nonetheless, so she sort of became a bit of a role model for a while.

I saw the trailer of Une Rencontre at 6 pm yesterday. Sprang out of bed, popped into the shower, threw on a dress and rallied my way to the cinema.

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The Wooden Stick

If you don’t know what to do, make a small step. Sometimes the change you want seems so vast from where you’re standing that you’d never collect the resolution to become it.

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Revisiting

I am revisiting places. The hardest part is digesting the fact which has just been thrown in my face in a manner that couldn’t possibly be more obvious – and therefore it is horrid – that I am in the same place I’ve been a decade ago.  Read the rest of this entry »

The Sound of Your Voice

I remember a dream I had as a teenager.

I was diving naked under water and seeing unknown landscapes, plants and light that was different from that above.

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