i miss the balkans sooo so bad. just wanna sip a tiny espresso in a crumbling caffe bar while drunk men gamble and fight in the background

i am so embarrassed at how immigrants are being treated in my city (chicago). the USA is in a civil war whether they'll call it that or not

5g towers honestly look so good on top of PRL-era office buildings

if fortune favors the bold, then i shall become a dorito

"i don't like writing, i love having written"

new city new job new life new era

starting my new job tomorrow...super nervous

i hope russia leaves poland alone. i just put down a fresh deposit on a new apartment and am too broke to leave the country rn

is this the death of the ghost that i know? is this the end, or the birth of something worse?

can't take my bike to kraków and had to pawn it. been crying all day. that was my baby

excited to slow down and not exist for awhile

take me back to roadside balkan caffe bars and crumbling brutalist monoliths

this shouldn't be controversial. FREE PALESTINE

back in poland, this is the end of the adventure...or is it the beginning of a new one?

spent my teenage years dreaming of london and now i am finally here. (for a moment at least)

everytime i visit chicago it's hard not to imagine the person i'd be if i'd never left.

i will never get over the fact that i can't get a coffee in chicago for less than $5 anymore

labubus are for npcs. change my mind

left america for a year, came back and now half of chicago is in a giant polycule

backpacking the balkans has made me a plavi orkestar stan