Chatazawsia - моя душа стара, я не вчера родилась.

i fucking love taking the bus for real. the only thing i love more than taking the bus is taking the train. choo choo am i right. i think most human distress can be alleviated by listening to dramatic music on public transportation.

szatan z siódmej klasy is dark academia

okay, so let me just tell you how i received one of the rudest messages ever yesterday. a person who leads a tumblr about poland has offended me in a message and told me to unfollow them because my blog title is in the cyryllic alphabet lmao, like for real. i use russian as much as polish, it's like my second language and ofc i don't support putin, i wish him the worst, i stand with ukraine as i have ukrainian roots... why are some people so mean and russophobic ? so apparently, your not allowed to use different languages here y'know... disgusting

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Red rabbits. The Companion Book for Day In and Day Out. 1936. Processed image. Internet Archive

It seems like no one these days wants a weird girl who can’t drive

Louis Icart       Leda and the swan      1934

Polish Literature: I want to write about you by Halina Poświatowska (1935 - 1967)

I  want to write about you With your name to prop the crooked fence The frozen cherry tree About your lips To form curved stanzas About your lashes to lie that they are dark I want To weave my fingers through your hair Find a nook in your throat Where with a muffled whisper The heart defies the lips I want To mix your name with stars With blood To be inside you Not to be with you To vanish Like a raindrop soaked into night