Thursday, 15 December 2016

BOOKS!

Here...

I have Atlas Obscura on order, should be delivered second week of Jan 2017. I am going to pick up Never Split the Difference, I heard it is outstanding. Cant wait to dive into this book :)

And add Empire of the Summer Moon into the list! 

Because reading is sexy!



I don't wanna make you nervous baby....


But this part of the world exists!


So Rick Ross in one of his albums records a story of two dope bitches learning tolerance in a world overrun by, according to them, basic bitches. They talk of differences separating dopeness from basicness. And speak of Fundi furs and Hermes Birkins! These are worldly possessions, or rather otherworldly; the most expensive material possessions unattainable to 99% of the people on earth:

Basic bitches make me nervous. Yes. They make me nervous. If you're a boss, this stack right here falls out of your pocket, you don't even got time to pick it up. You keep walking. You don't got time. You keep going. It's probably not worth your time. Your minutes cost more than the stack. Keep it moving. 
Keep it money baby!
People fucking throw rose petals at me when I walk by. They throw Belaire Rosé
Cause I'm a fucking boss!

Now have a listen to the anonymous dope bitches:


Friday, 9 December 2016

To myself. To you.


It is a scary thing. To be a woman, to be a mother, to be in this world.
It is a scary thing to change, to grow, to let go, to give up, to hang on.
I'm sorry I couldn't be a better lover. To myself, to you, to you because of me.

 I bought these plants, I water them everyday and I bought plant food for them. I think its a bunch of chemicals that you mix with water. Maybe I should have just gotten manure. Its healthy, organic.
I go cycling on the promenade, and think how awesome if we were doing this together. I take beautiful pictures of the sunset and wish I could share them with you. I decorated the new apartment beautifully and I sit on the mat and imagine us making love here.

I'm sorry I couldn't be a better lover, to myself, to you, to you because of me. I am softer than before you came. I know I was loved. So I am thankful.