"Έτσι."

Έτσι.
Θα τρως ραβιόλια πήχτρα στην κρέμα γάλακτος, θα πίνεις 3 λίτρα κόκα κόλα σε 2 ώρες, θα βαριέσαι, θα τσεκάρεις ξανά και ξανά άσκοπα τα mail σου, θα κάθεσαι μπροστά στην εκάστοτε οθόνη σου, στο facebook, στο twitter σου, στο μπλογκ σου, γιατί τώρα τελευταία όλ'αυτά είναι και τρεντιές, θα ενημερώνεις τον κόσμο για τη μίζερη/γαμάτη/κενή ζωή σου, θα αναστενάζεις. Θα παίζεις Kingdom Hearts/God of War/Assassin's Creed στο PSP μέχρι να βγάλουν φουσκάλες οι αντίχειρές σου, θα παίζεις WoW 2 μέρες σερί χωρίς διάλειμμα για τουαλέτα, θα βλέπεις τσόντες, θα κάνεις φαντασιώσεις, θα σκέφτεσαι εκείνο/η τον/ην πρώην που σου έφερε τα πάνω κάτω, θα πέφτεις στον καναπέ και θα ανοίγεις την τηλεόραση μόνο για να μη σκέφτεσαι. Θα ξεσκίζεις τη μια σοκολάτα μετά την άλλη, θα πετάς χαρτάκια από καραμέλες κάτω στο πάτωμα, θα κουκουλώνεσαι με τα παπλώματα στο κρεβάτι, θα βλέπεις ρομάντζα στο dvd, θα ακούς Erik Satie, θα λαγοκοιμάσαι, θα αγκαλιάζεις το λούτρινό σου/το μαξιλάρι σου. Θα κοιτάς έξω απ'το παράθυρο τον ουρανό (αν φαίνεται), θα κοιτάς το φεγγάρι, θα αναρωτιέσαι πώς στο διάολο περνάει έτσι ο καιρός ρε γαμώτο, θα σκεφτείς φευγαλέα μέρη στα οποία θέλεις να πας, θα ονειροπολείς, θα τρως τα νύχια σου, θα παίζεις με τα μαλλιά σου/μούσια σου. Θα μαστουρώνεις με τη μυρωδιά των μαρκαδόρων οινπνεύματος, θα κάνεις ένα τσιγάρο, θα γδύνεις το σπίτι για να βρεις κάτι γλυκό, θα κοιτάς τον εαυτό σου στον καθρέφτη για κανένα πεντάλεπτο ανέκφραστος/η, θα παίρνεις ασπιρίνη για τον πονοκέφαλο, θα κάνεις ηττοπαθείς σκέψεις. Θα θαυμάζεις το Macbook/τα Linux σου, θα βάζεις στη διαπασών ροκιές/τζαζιές στα ηχεία σου, θα κάθεσαι στο πάτωμα του μπάνιου αναρωτώμενος/η τι δεν έκανες σωστά, θα βρίζεις και θα αυτομαστιγώνεσαι, θα κλείνεις τα μάτια κουρασμένος/η. Θα κλαις.

Έτσι. Έτσι γιατί δεν ξέρεις πώς αλλιώς να βγεις απ'το αδιέξοδό σου.

best thing I've read in a while.
via Daphne

fasi.. tourta

I'm going to miss you.

"I also may have had more ice-cream than my stomach could handle. Not too much. Never too much ice cream.
Totally worth it."

The key to life.

They asked me what the key to life is.
I said happiness.
They asked me what I wanted to be when grow up.
I said happy.
They told me I didn't understand the question.
I told them they didn't understand life.

17 meres

Alone

past
present
future

Status: Eleni: please send me your phone numbers, to kinito mou egine xilia kommatia kai exasa oles mou tis epafes. October 24 at 6:24am

Cafe Doris Two times in half an hour

I am so glad I'm spending so much quality time with you, Victoria. Even though we kinda hit a rough spot in our relationship our mutual feelings towards each other have kept as tight as skinny jeans on hipsters. I love you and I cherish you forevermy milky Poca.

I am a floater.

The thing with having many groups of friends is that in the end you have no one. I make friends very easily. I am an open person. But the people I feel the closest to me wouldn’t notice if I went missing for two or three days. In my time of need there isn’t someone there who I can go to. I end up feeling alone.
As I am sitting here crying I cannot help but think how much I cherish people and how much I value them without them realizing it. It’s a one-way street apparently.
I hate feeling like this.
And now the group of friends I love the most is dispersing. Everyone going his or her own separate way and I am just left there hanging longing for what I once had.
I feel so sad. And alone.
I need a hug. A friend. A real one. Right now.

By the time anyone sees this it will be too late. It will be morning and I’ll go on pretending that I’m fine once again.

“Hi Claire! How are you?”
“Good.”

.

I wish things were simple.

Giati prepi sinexia n ime berdemeni?

Thank you.

I feel better.

Alissa's Corner II

In an ideal world, us nearsighted people would have expandable veins in the whites of our eyes, which we could shoot from our eyeballs in order to lasso far away objects and bring them close enough so that they were no longer blurry.

Alissa's Corner I

Dear Penpal, You are too delightful to be human: you must be a sort of seed-pod-collecting elf-boy who walks through meadows wearing ivy-leaf crowns and writing some of the most amazing poetry that I have ever read. Why must you live thousands of miles away? I want to have picnics with you that consist of candied violets and story exchanges and making hats from birch bark and cicada shells.

Post Scriptum: Alissa Barvin, a wonderful young lady with the intelligence of a old wise man and the imagination of a 3-year-old child.

Waiter, could I have a spoon please?

I have mixed feelings about all the spoon bracelets I keep seeing here at MICA. I mean I guess it's kind of flattering that so many people liked my spoon so much that they imitated me but on the other hand if I were to copy someone I would ask him or her if he or she were ok with me doing that.

"You're my lucky strike."

As he faced the sun he cast no shadow.

in loving memory of ...

Cast no Shadow by Oasis

Eλένη μου λείπεις.

I feel like this:

sigoura dn se enoxli?

Ο χρήστης ... λέει:
to mono pu me enohli ine oti tros ta onion rings apo to cow boy burger ke jajiki..
xaxaxa