January 2011
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Jestem, dłonie w kształcie pokrzyw. Widzę, dotyk, jeden milimetr przestrzeni.
Dłonie bez liści, opadły. Zużyte, osłabłe. Wnikliwe, niecierpliwe.
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When I’m sad, I eat oranges.
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I dreamed of swimming pools, cake with white cream and people who wanted to hurt me.
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People say, ‘I’m going to sleep now,’ as if it were nothing. But it’s really a...
– George Carlin
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I exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends...
– Jean-Paul Sartre
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You cannot see me from where I look at myself.
– Francesca Woodman
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Sometimes two souls are created together, and in love before they are born.
– sleepingwolf.tumblr.com
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That awkward moment when you realize you’re a creep and you enjoy spying...
– tiffanymarieholland
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My tea house, me key home.