when i watch movies i really, really like it makes me sad i cant live inside of them
lately ive been having dreams inside of dreams and it leaves me the (not quite slight) suspicion that reality is nothing but a dream
i was watching a documentary about miracles of nature and i was about to cry/hyperventilate/have a nervous breakdown yes it is insanely beautiful but it scares the shit out of me
yesterday night my friend found a pair of jeans in the beach from some drunk girl, stole them and gave them to me
im watching vivre sa vie and its such a boring film i hate godard and his pseudo-intellectual bullshit
i don’t think racism is a matter of colour, it’s a (historical) matter of money and fear
i don’t want to be a body anymore i want to become a nature spirit and be like the wind
i can only concentrate in studying when listening to electronic music like prodigy i dont know why i go to the library i should go to a rave party
an english examiner thought the way i talk was funny and imitated me i didnt say a thing because he was nice but it confused me a lot
so instead of revising this week i’ve had several breakdowns and a virus yeah i think i’m doing well
