What If We Went On A Road Trip Across Eastern Europe To See Medieval Orthodox Monasteries And Communist

I want to sit in the grass with you and stick little flowers in your hair

Poster for the Ukrainian State Folk Choir, 1957

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

wine drunk is the best drunk. makes u horny & intellectual. a lust-filled academic

reblog to give warm bread to your mutuals

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.

“Lips of Blood” (1975) - Jean Rollin

— Franz Kafka, from Letters to Milena