The words live on.
Stanisław Dróżdż; poezja konkretna dziesięć metrów od domu
KwieKulik we wrocławskim BWA Awangarda
*stays home*
As soon as I get money I'm buying a macro lens. Be very afraid.
I don't think there will ever be a time when I won't be fascinated by china.
The madness in the eyes!
RED OR DEAD.
Absurd, yet amazing.
Today, I wear the pattern on my own skin. Under my clothes. I carry it with me like a secret.
The remnants of the Christmas spirit.
The art of breakfast .
My attachment to carbs is unhealthy in many senses of the word. Do I care? Hmm.
Delicious.
A present from one of my favourite women ever. She dried the oranges herself and made the whole thing. May you always have someone in your life who is willing to make stuff for you.
It is not your typical cuddly kitty, oh no.