#milostka

As the first course was served, Albert’s attention was dedicated solely to her and he turned in his seat politely and smiled to her, “Thank you --for --c-coming tonight, I know you would have had more --pressing matters than this to attend -to.”

“Okay, this tossing animals into the air thing may seem bad, but I am sure that there is a logical explanation for this, like... Well maybe the meat gets better...?”

there’s something tired and sad in his eyes as he sits at the park bench, a small cheap thermos beside him of hot honeyed milk. chocolate is still far too expensive, so he’ll stick with the warm milk for now. his eyes are fixed on the ground in front of him, ahis mind far far away from that small park in poland. his mind is back in germany. if he’s not careful, it will get lost there. 

“Well he was not all bad… August was a bit weird, but… he was funny! You can’t deny that he was funny!”

     POTATO! Augh! We never really talked a whole lot but we’ve stalked each other’s blogs for almost a year. You are so creative with an eye for aesthetics that I envy. You’ve been so kind to me and a good voice of reason lately. You work hard and deserve good things. My greatest wish for you is that you will be able to support yourself with enough disposable income to travel wherever you like! The end of the semester is closer than you think! You can make it!

I mean at the end of the day I’ll try anything for a bit if I’m motivated enough.

MUSIC IS THE OTHER ONE ACTUALLY.  It’s surprising how much music gives me inspiration for things at times... Sometimes things completely unrelated to the song... like something very sad during a happy song for example.  Also, I consume music like books... tons and all types.  I have favorites on repeat while I write (I have songs for certain threads actually XD) but yeah.  If history is the spark... music is the fuel for my writing.