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rufe murdare din 2016


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#2 Februarie 2016

Zi esuata.

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#3 Aprilie 2016 Constanta, Romania

Imi place cerul de Romania, adierile de vant senzuale ale primaverii, noptile naive. Miroase a sansa noua.

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#5 Aprilie 2016 Cluj, Romania

Zile in care beau cafea cu gem privind soarele.

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# Mai 2016

Sunt pe nisipuri miscatoare in tocuri de 12 cm. Asa ma simt azi.

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#Vara 2016

Miroase a tei, a vara, a praf, a lilieci, a iasomie si portocale, a saruturi la colt de strada. Povesti de viata umbla pe Bulevardul Aviatorilor, chiar langa Parccul Kiseleff.

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I liked you. I liked you because most people carry with them when they travel a religious book or a talisman of some kind or a semi precious stone, a favourite T-shirt … you travel with Anais Nin’s diary. And it’s not something you are currently reading. You read it hundreds of time. It’s your frequency at this moment, this year, this summer, this country, this you, one of you. So I had to meet you and get to know you better.

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Can I play in your game? I lost my self esteem in a city good for dreamers.

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Sigur, toate ne rugam la bunul Dumnezeu sa ne trimita un barbat, dar cand il avem alaturi, ne pare trimis de Dracul.

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Am fost la cina cu niste femei care nu au avut ocazia sa pacatuiasca.
O situatie oarecum Kafkaesque in care mi s-a spus ca daca sunt single and in my thirties sunt un leftover, sufar de illusion of infinite choice si cu siguranta o sa am o viata plina de regrete.

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Hey girl, gender is a social construct but everyone likes to cuddle.

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Cateodata ma trezesc dimineata si am sufletul lichid.

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Conversatie cu un prieten pe Whatsapp:

  • What have you been up to?
  • Performing my usual ritual of forming suicide pacts with all the past versions of myself. What about you?

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Confession: I always wanted to be a professional dancer.

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Confession: Histrionic Personality Disorder.

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Note to self: There are a lot of things in life that you can’t control or you can’t improve immediately, but your bedroom is not one of them.

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Mood:

“My pussy? Tastes like skinny dipping
in a glass of bourbon. Tastes like brass knuckles
and blush. It tastes like pop stars eating Pop-Tarts.
Tastes like your mother’s does. Like a small
knife. It tastes like your favorite
cocktail spiked with antifreeze. It tastes like you
can try it, you can love it, but it will
kill you.
It will kill you.”
— Megan Falley, from “Lana Del Rey Helps Me Decide What My Pussy Tastes Like”

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#September 2016

❝ You don’t need another human being to make your life complete, but let’s be honest. Having your wounds kissed by someone who doesn’t see them as disasters in your soul, but cracks to put their love into, is the most calming thing in this world. ❝ ― Emery Allen

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Cook me a soup to warm my soul.

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#10 Octombrie 2016 Hong Kong, Shangri-La

Un pahar de sampanie intre gentile Birkin si ceasurile Patek Philippe, inconjurata de monstrii de aluminiu si sticla, inchisori perfecte, inalte, pline de vieti goale.

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M-am trezit cu Marea Chinei de Sud spargandu-si valurile in cladirea in care dorm. Sunt obosita de relatia asta.

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#25 Octombrie 2016, Jakarta

Spun ‘’Yes Master’’ in timp ce ma trage de par. Ma saruta violent si maraie ca un animal care isi frange prada. Mainile lui in jurul taliei mele ma strang cu forta si imi simt oasele zvacnind sub presiune. Ma topesc toata si tot ce vreau e sa intre in mine.

I feel I am fucking the Devil.

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#7 Noiembrie, Singapore

Plamanii mei, din plumb si smoala, se umfla obositi si prima gura de aer e dureroasa. Respira, imi spun.

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E atata lumina pe cer si atat albastru pierdut spre orizont.
Timpul curge repede ca un pahar varsat din inconstienta.

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#16 Decembrie 2016 Mumbai, India

Mi s-a spus ca voi recunoaste India dupa miros dar eu o recunosc dupa sunet.

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#28 Decembrie Cluj Napoca, Romania

Privesc cum cum se naste dimineata la Cluj intr-un cer de culoare limpede, eleganta, delicata, de albastru topaz cu jucarii de nori cu margini moi, cu lumina blanda, ca o mama, cu aer curat si rece.

8.45 am citesc Jurnalul lui Mihail Sebastian.

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#30 Decembrie 2016, Cluj Napoca

Tragediile nu se traiesc zilnic. Dupa 24 de ore intervine acceptarea, ca vrei ca nu vrei. ― Mihail Sebastian