A word after a word after a word is power.
I did French GCSE so I can understand some things and buy things/ask directions without needing English but if it gets complicated I’m a bit lost (and push Tilda in front of me so she can sort it out in French). I’ve had a few shopkeepers get frustrated at me while I fumble around with euros but other than that it’s pretty easy if you have basic French.
I think the sheer fact of women talking, being, paradoxical, inexplicable, flip, self-destructive but above all else public is the most revolutionary thing in the world.
I don’t any more!! will miss finchley though, it’s so weird to think that I probably won’t have any occasion to go back there again
alone but I have friends here
reblog if you are nothing but a conceptual web art piece
a lovely person from this website offered to let me stay at her apartment; I definitely couldn’t afford to rent any sort of shelter here for more than a few days. if you want somewhere to stay I suggest trying Shakespeare & Co which is an English-speaking bookshop that lets writers stay for free sometimes (it’s peak season atm so they don’t have room.. you can’t book, you have to just turn up and ask, so it’s risky but an amazing place to stay). otherwise there’s couchsurfing, which can definitely be dodgy but is free and you get to meet new people (ask lucidcorpse about this maybe, I have no experience with it). I’m very lucky to have a proper secure apartment but it’s far from impossible to find somewhere to stay for free.
no (sadly, my memory for languages is so awful) but the bookshop is English and they’re putting on Macbeth so it’s not too much of a problem.
tilda and I bought 15 hours worth of x-files dvds… goodbye summer… hello mulder and scully obsession
Being born a woman is an awful tragedy. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording—all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.