Olivera Katarina, Uzrok smrti ne pominjati
→ competition is best when you're your own opponent
→ constantly alternating between wanting to move somewhere else (i.e. belgrade) because not much makes sense here any more and "everything will be okay" (but when?)
→ (meni stvarno više nije problem da se spakujem i odem)
→ grace coddington stole the show in the september issue, so much that i want to take a night flight to charles de gaulle and materialize in the gardens of versailles at dusk
→ what do blind people see in their dreams?
→ there are instances when my watch doesn't stop as if it's wired to my heart and it always means something.
→ "zelo mi je žal, ampak nisem uspela napisati eksplikacije, ker me roman preveč spominja na moje nerealizirano ljubezensko življenje in me vsak drugi stavek spravlja v jok." 15. december.
→ in the process of printing my favorite photos from the past few years. i put them in a box, such high concentration of memories in a small box, it's strange and makes me rethink everything, like how on earth did it happen that the sea looks so liquid in that dubrovnik photo taken with a disposable camera i bought at the foot of the acropolis.
→ "she's a landmine draped in dior." i mention shiina ringo too often here, too often because you can't understand any of it unless you listen to her music. but really i am so in love with 密偵物語 (mittei monogatari), i imagine it playing in super trendy shibuya cafés and then of course it's very international, havana, caracas, monaco nights, and the 007 references, oh. "you're insufferable, 009. i will not allow such sloppy execution next time."
→ the appeal is the mystery.
I've always referred to this photo as my self-portrait.
The thing is,
« Adieu, je vous laisse le meilleur de moi-même. »
"I leave you with the best part of myself."
"Najboljše, kar je v meni, ostaja z Vami."
(Proust, Ubežnica)
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