Antigonedemoscovia - Call Me Mara

Я смотрю, как девочка в инстаграме пишет посты про любовь и танцы,

Постит в сторис ребёнка,

Цитаты,

Наряды,

Показывает всем своего мужа-иностранца

И удивляется, что после всего, что было, с ней никого особо и нет рядом,

Жалуется на мелкие проблемы,

На тревожный сон.

Она и меняет, как платья, всех, чьей ей не подошёл фасон,

Потому что она-то точно одна такая,

Незаменимая

И незаменённая,

Та самая девочка из “вокругшума” Касты —

Перед зеркалом в чёрном платьице.

Маленькая будущая разведёнка.

Мне говорят оставаться беспристрастной.

Прекрасно.

Смиренно слежу за развитием сериала:

У девочки под каблуками хрустят чужие позвоночники,

Позвоночки,

Какие-то истерики ночью,

Истории как всё достало,

А чтоб было таинственно — вечно неточно.

С ней никто не спорит, потому что бессмысленно спорить —

Воображариум девочки просто огромен.

Насколько всё плохо расскажут не сторис —

Склоки,

Делёж имущества,

Дома,

Ребёнка,

И напоследок — пост, как всё скоро кончится.

Я смотрю, как девочка в инстаграме

Убивает человека словами,

Растирает весь труд в порошок.

“Я прожил сегодняшний день,

Кому-нибудь было от этого хорошо?”

Бессердечная девочка,

Королева пепла,

Царица пыли.

Дура, что ты творишь?

Там же люди.

Они

Живые.

i haaaate when iris by the goo goo dolls comes in when i’m in a store how am i supposed to act normal when you can’t fight the tears that ain’t comin or the moment of truth in your lies when everything feels like the movies yeah you bleed just to know you’re alive

Alright, kids, how's life

I brought you some hurt/comfort lost-in-his-thoughts Remus Lupin sketch this morning, so get comfortable and let me know if you need more of this

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-- ¿Es cómo Tinder?

-- No, come Twitter...

(C) Two Russian girls during our English lesson

saw someone comment on a biphobic video abt bisexual girls saying "bisexual girls are so annoying they say they're bi but then they have a boyfriend or date men" and that has to be genuinely one of the dumbest takes I have ever seen, like it's pretty obvious you only see us and accept us as bisexual only when we're in a relationship with a woman otherwise we're straight

15.07 UTC+3

You wake up in the air.

You wake up on the last row.

You wake up with an ebook in your hand.

In general, you feel this trip like a distant memory. Separated from you. Even though its hard to recall the conditions so good if you have never experienced them. Wide aisles. Two-courses lunch. Indian half of the plane. Transit. Knees don't abut. Food on specific plates. Metall silverware.

3 hours 15 minutes left. 76% of the phone charge. The stewardess puts a glass of coxe on the table. Not a "cup", but a "glass". We took off two-minutes-to-hour ago.

Look back on the page of Fight Club just to see that the guy's flat exploded during the lunch. Book's in Englsih. As if I'm not fed up with the language after my school year. As if I'm not sick of it. Nervous nausea starts to lighten for the first time in four days.

You wake up on the ground.

You wake up in your bad.

You wake up with knot of hysteria in your stomach

Dad's watching second volume of Deadpool one seat aside from me. Outside it's -52.5° Celsius. I haven't learnt all the Fahrenheit, feet, pounds and value added for goods, which, depending on the state, ranges from 10 to 15 per cent of the price indicated on the price tag (excluding essential products and food in general). Mother's watching a something with Kate Blanchett. After all everything I've heard involuntarily about this actress I got sick after one mention of her.

I haven't slept well since the beginning of the exam week. It's 16 nights. I wake up every threeto four hours and can't calm myself for a long time. Critically insufficient for an organism in stress. Two hours fifty-eight minutes left till the first landing. "The duration of the flight is 4 hours 10 minutes". The Transatlantic twice longer. Girl in front of me is watching "Frozen 2" on Turkish with English subtitles. I worry about Elsa.

You wake up in a liminal space with no time or geotag.

It's 5 am in LA. Means that it's past eight at Godmother's. Good morning, you sleeping beauty! Screen in front of me shows that right now, 15.25 UTC+3, Mecca is on the left if one needs to address. Sore eyes -- adding the on-board-one, there were about five hours if sleep.

You fall asleep in the air.

You fall asleep on the last row.

You fall asleep with an ebook in your hand.

RIP Kurt Cobain you'd love Twenty One Pilots 2009 album lyrics