όμως η έλλειψη επικοινωνίας

Αγόρασα ένα βιβλίο με ενωμένες τις σελίδες.
Τα βράδια πριν κοιμηθώ,διαβάζω λίγο.
Μόνο που χρειάζομαι κι ένα μαχαίρι για να κόβω τις ενωμένες σελίδες.
Έτσι τα βράδια που διαβάζω λίγο πριν κοιμηθώ,έχω δίπλα στο μαξιλάρι μου ένα μαχαίρι για να κόβω τις ενωμένες σελίδες..
Μόνο που φοβάμαι μην ξυπνήσω ξαφνικά μες στην νύχτα καμιά μέρα και με σκοτώσω.

Υπαρξιακά

πως να εμπιστευτώ τις αισθήσεις μου σε ένα κόσμο που οι φράουλες έχουν σχήμα μήλου και γεύση τυριού;

Μια φίλη μας έδωσε μια σακούλα με ρούχα που δεν ήθελε πια.
Αλλά εγώ τα ήθελα γιατί μου άρεσαν.
Στην αδερφή μου δεν αρέσει που έχουν ακόμα το άρωμά της.
Αλλά εμένα μ'αρεσει γιατί καμιά φορά ξεχνιέμαι και νομίζω ότι είμαι άλλη.

Analogic for the romantic

 

I used an analogic camera for these pictures.And although they're not something special I really love the tones and the effect.You can notice the molecules of dust on their surface.LOVE IT!

Analogic photography is more romantic than shooting digital.The mystery of not seing instantly the result is magic.Waiting for them to get printed with agony.Getting disapointed when they're not like you expected to be.Or being surprised in a good way with the result.Having them on your hands.Hanging them on your wall.I'm gonna create a darkroom in my own house one day.

Handmade skirt

OK.Time to show off once again.I post these pictures firstly because I've got to post my pictures,otherwise I feel guilty,so I'm sorry for the low quality.They were taken by my laptop camera.
The other reason why is that Magda asked me a long time ago to post something I made with my sewing machine.
All I'm doing these days is eating,running,going out and watching movies which is appropriate for holidays,but it also means I will end up studying tons of homework the last minute like I always do.
My room is shitty and my mum is always telling me to tidy it up,but I answer to her that my psychologist says I need a creative chaos around me (which is actually a line from the Stepford Wives).
I went out with my family yesterday and we spent a couple of hours together.I barely see them everyday with school etc,which makes me realise I'm becoming less attached to them everyday,and I think I'm ready to move out next year in my own house.In the meanwhile,I'm just dreaming of it.
Don't know why I'm saying all these stuff today.The truth is I woke up this evening wanting to say even more but I forgot them.Never mind.I'll come up with something else next time.
See you soon.Pinky promise.(Despicable Me.Remember?)

My red shoes.

Lungomare-Rene Aubry(I'm sure you've heard it before)


I bought this pair of shoes a couple of days ago.They're so comfy that you feel you walk barefoot.
I made a list of the movies I wanna see.Of corse I'm gonna add more.So any suggestions acceptable.


Narrator: [Amélie has found Nino's photo album and his "lost" posters] Any normal girl would call the number, meet him, return the album and see if her dream is viable. It's called a reality check. The last thing Amélie wants. 

Merry Christmas to all!

Just a quick post to wish you Merry Christmas!I hope you all have a great time!
I'm leaving for a couple of days for holidays with my family and friends.
See you soon,
Kat
C:

The color of praline

Her toes were long and weird.Her feet huge.Her legs skinny.Her  hips disproportional to her legs.Her skin rough.Her belly.A valley between two hillocks,her chest.Her armpit's pit.Her well-shaped lips.
Her ordinary eyes,with dark circles.
But somebody outhere saw something extraordinary in them.
They had the color of praline.

I wish my wishes were possible to come true.

Me and my sister in the last photo.(god!How much I love the little letters!)

I wish   my house's ceiling was made of glass,so I could see the sky.

I wish  I could   turn up and down  the volume in my ears.

I could put them in silent whenever I want.

To hear only my thoughts.

Or I could turn the volume to the max.

To hear the people's discussions on the streets.The laughters of the people in other countries.The rain in other continent.To hear the earth breathing.

I wish the day had more than just 24 hours.They're not enough.I don't have enough time to live each day.

I wish I could express myself in English,the way I do in my native language.

I'm really tired.Tired of myself.Tired of not doing my best.

• But I'm proud for posting so often here.Seriously,it's like a habbit to me now.And I can't stand seeing the same post everytime I see my blog.
• I also created a formspring.So you can ask whatever you want.I think it's gonna be fun.

I'm off to sleep actually.The best time of the day!

No in a threesome

I'm so fucking happy!I mean life is perfect!My family has gone to our cottage and I'm home alone until Sunday!How cool is that?In the meantime,I dance around this empty house,I talk with the mirrors and my cat,I cook myself meals that anyone else wouldn't dare to taste,with the leftovers in the fridge,I'm planning to go to the supermarket and try no to forget my keys!I also take random pics of myself -which is actually not that easy,cause you have to keep taking pictures again and again,until the results are close to what you wanted!Unfortunately,I'll have tons of homework to do and now that I have a variety of things to do it's even more difficult to concentrate!-.-

Any suggestions of recipes,things to do etc accepted!

Hope you enjoy yourselves too!

C:

Handmade Jewelery #1

It's funny.If you read my last posts you'll probaply think I'm a pessimist.Which is not true.
I have my ups and downs.Everybody does.It just that when I'm not in the perfect mood I need to write,to express myself.When I'm happy it's one of the last things that come to my mind.
My blog's title is "My life is a mess".I know it's easy to misunderstand.But I like it when my life is messy and everything is upside down.
Well,I made these earrings some months ago.I used 2 peanuts and some glue.It's the easiest thing ever.

Dream a Little Dream by Louis Armstrong

Cold soup

Cold soup.Closed shutters.Little light.Cloudy day.Clothes on the floor.You're trying to put your mind together which is wandering pointlessly in an ocean of thoughts.You're wandering in the empty,dark house.You put another plate of cold soup.You are retrying to concentrate.You open the books.You're trying to predict your future in this empty plate of soup.Like the gypsies do with the cups of coffee.You HAVE TO concentrate.
But what is it that you want?What could add some colour in this moment?

Unattainable

Only when the goal is unattainable

do I start to feel like I'm losing myself

and this deep secret

that hasn't come out yet

is buried down deep with the rest

I can't coerce you into this one

Jealousy lay all your spells to bed

I'll choose unloved instead

If only songs were sung

to guide the doubtful ones

beyond the rough

where not as much is good enough

Oh, if you find yourself

amongst the lonely ones

I'll be waiting here with open arms

I can't coerce you into this one

Jealousy lay all your spells to bed

I'll choose unloved instead

Can't sleep alone

I'm a treasure hunter

Great news!For me at least.After months of stealing internet from the neighbours(oops!I shouldn't have said that!),we finally got our internet connection fixed.Which means...parapapamm...POSTING MORE FREQUENTLY!
It was a really weird day today.The sky was orange because of the dust which came from Africa through the wind.And the whole atmosphere was at the tones of brown.It was like taking part in a sepia movie!Unfortunately,I didn't have my camera with me to take a picture to show you.Today's photos are a little bit random!My grandma came today to give me some old jewelery of hers she found.





I'm leaving you with another amazing video.I think I'm gonna sleep now.I'm exhausted.Have a good night!

Pigeon Pilfer from Michael Stevenson on Vimeo.