When U Can't Sleep, Like Yugoslavija.

Over 650k identified Yugoslav casualties in World War II by pre-war residence.

7ljubišneljubiš (uganka)

ljubišneljubiš

Ne nosim je na rami.

Vseeno čutim težo. 

Ena za drugo venijo. 

Sem ena trajejših vrst.

Počutim se veličastno.

Metulj ne ve, 

da se zibljem 

še dolgo po njegovem odhodu,

stiskam iz sebe olje, 

da podmažem vse sklepe. 

Odnos zemlje in sonca je ključen. 

Pomirja me. 

Prepoznam občutek in 

upam, da ni bilo zadnjič. 

Jesen je.

Zagotovo zmorem še kakšno parado.

Here we are. #wolf #nature #naked #truth #love #wildnature #truenature #heritage #roots #eatme #loveme #wolf #volčjazima

PRVO LETO

prašam te če boš čaj

čaj boš

kupila sem pukka čaje

izbiraš čaje

pri pukka čajih mi gre na živce

da povsod turijo sladki koren

to vedno rečeš

če je pa res

tudi to vedno rečeš ko ti rečem da to vedno rečeš

smejiš se

res je

vedno

zavrem vodo za čaj

Pomlad

med mojimi bedri

si želela

lizat

med

mojih beder

si želela

When great trees fall

When great trees fall,

rocks on distant hills shudder,

lions hunker down

in tall grasses,

and even elephants

lumber after safety.

When great trees fall

in forests,

small things recoil into silence,

their senses

eroded beyond fear.

When great souls die,

the air around us becomes

light, rare, sterile.

We breathe, briefly.

Our eyes, briefly,

see with

a hurtful clarity.

Our memory, suddenly sharpened,

examines,

gnaws on kind words

unsaid,

promised walks

never taken.

Great souls die and

our reality, bound to

them, takes leave of us.

Our souls,

dependent upon their

nurture,

now shrink, wizened.

Our minds, formed

and informed by their

radiance,

fall away.

We are not so much maddened

as reduced to the unutterable ignorance

of dark, cold

caves.

And when great souls die,

after a period peace blooms,

slowly and always

irregularly. Spaces fill

with a kind of

soothing electric vibration.

Our senses, restored, never

to be the same, whisper to us.

They existed. They existed.

We can be. Be and be

better. For they existed.

-Maya Angelou,

(for she truly was a magnificent tree)

the horniest epilogue i ever read in my life. i forgot loki wore a priest outfit in this scene though so that makes it inaccurate, other than that this is 100% what happened

Keep them coming #ideas #lgbt #howso #howcome #queer

Prideš na DIY cabaret:

feminizem ni šala?

Težko se ustalim in

pristanem na grajenje skupnega jezika.

Najprej me moraš ujet na pravih

družabnih omrežjih,

kjer se izražam:

pisno, slikovno in glasbeno

tako kot želim

in kažem ravno toliko kože,

kot mi je udobno.

V resnici sem introvertirana,

a hkrati zelo impulzivna.

Potem zdrsnem z družabnih

omrežij v njen objem,

ker se je odzvala na povabilo

in potem šerala mojo pesem.

(Koga to sploh briga.)