Ugo Rondinone.
It’s late and the wind carries a faint sound as it moves through the trees. It could be anything. The jingling of little bells perhaps, or the tiny flickering out of tiny lives. I stroll down the sidewalk and close my eyes and open them and wait for my mind to go perfectly blank. Like a room no one has ever entered, a room without any doors or windows. A place where nothing happens.
Anonymous asked:
(google translate: Hey, you know something in Russian? If that translator to help. good you)
I don’t know anything in Russian, but i know how to speak three languages fluently (Slovenian, English and German) i also know some simple words in three other languages (Spanish, French and Japanese) but that doesn’t matter much. I might have understood some of the text is it was written with the letters i’m using right now cause my mother language, which is Slovenian sounds similar.
If you wanted to know if i know Russian you could have just asked me in english.
I have moved my blog so please do not send me messages on this blog unless anonymous is off and you want to know the url of my new blog. Thank you!
I’m sorry to make this post but i feel like i should
my friend found out about my tumblr and i really hate that
im making myself a new tumblr and i already followed all of the blogs that follow me on this tumblr so itd be really nice to follow me back there since you are already following me here
if u want u can msg me about my url but i don’t think itl be such a big deal so no need to bother but u can alway msg me if u want
so thats what i wanted to make this about
and thanks if you are gonna follow me there
oh and I’m going to keep this blog for a while until i have everything set up there, and them I’m going to delete it
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