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April 25 2019

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- Słabo pan zna kobiety, mój przyjacielu. Na dnie najczystszej przyjaźni migoce iskierka kokieterii.
– Słabo zna pani mężczyzn, młoda damo. Na dnie najczystszej choćby przyjaźni tli się płomyczek pożądania. Bez tych płomyczków i iskierek przyjaźń byłaby tylko znajomością.
— Leopold Tyrmand - "Siedem dalekich rejsów"
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April 24 2019

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When Soup is back online, and you see your favourite soups not given up during the downtime:
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23 Emotions people feel, but can’t explain

from iheartintelligence.com (via lovedbythesavior):

  1. Sonder: The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own.
  2. Opia: The ambiguous intensity of Looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable.
  3. Monachopsis: The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.
  4. Énouement: The bittersweetness of having arrived in the future, seeing how things turn out, but not being able to tell your past self.
  5. Vellichor: The strange wistfulness of used bookshops.
  6. Rubatosis: The unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat.
  7. Kenopsia: The eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet.
  8. Mauerbauertraurigkeit: The inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like.
  9. Jouska: A hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head.
  10. Chrysalism: The amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm.
  11. Vemödalen: The frustration of photographic something amazing when thousands of identical photos already exist.
  12. Anecdoche: A conversation in which everyone is talking, but nobody is listening
  13. Ellipsism: A sadness that you’ll never be able to know how history will turn out.
  14. Kuebiko: A state of exhaustion inspired by acts of senseless violence.
  15. Lachesism: The desire to be struck by disaster – to survive a plane crash, or to lose everything in a fire.
  16. Exulansis: The tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it.
  17. Adronitis: Frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone.
  18. Rückkehrunruhe: The feeling of returning home after an immersive trip only to find it fading rapidly from your awareness.
  19. Nodus Tollens: The realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore.
  20. Onism: The frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time.
  21. Liberosis: The desire to care less about things.
  22. Altschmerz: Weariness with the same old issues that you’ve always had – the same boring flaws and anxieties that you’ve been gnawing on for years.
  23. Occhiolism: The awareness of the smallness of your perspective.
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Zawsze wstydziłam się odbierać telefon stacjonarny.

Rozmowy z kimś obcym.

Nie cierpiałam wizyt w banku. 

Na poczcie.

Pani z okienka. 

Spojrzenia prosto w oczy.

Bałam się pierwszej wizyty w bibliotece.

I pierwszej w dziekanacie.

Wstydziłam sie pani z warzywniaka.

I ładnych chłopców o wrednych oczach.

I ładnych dziewczyn o wrednych oczach.

Wszystkich o wrednych oczach.




Telefonów czasami nadal nie odbieram...
— Rajstopy Hrabiny
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