Strange things you can find in Polish schools

erlkonig:

So I got inspired by discussion under @slavicafire ‘s post about lockers and cloakrooms in polish schools and now I want to share with you, inernational english speaking friends, how sick, strange and scary things you can find in polish schools. 

Let’s start from my high school experience:

- high school I went to is 1901 art noveau building, which means it looks extra af. On one elevation it has inscription in german saing: “Here the youth endevour to wisdom and virtue”. It haunts me to this day.

- we had one big gym and one small aerobics room. In this small room, next to the mirrors have always been mysterious, closed door. We once opened it and there happened to be pitch dark staircase leading to steel doors of cold war-times shelter under our school and parking. We tried open them few times but we never suceeded.

- also cloakrooms in the basement, looking like dungeons (no dragons sadly) or minotaur’s labirynth.

- this one math teacher who was as old as this damn building. We just hoped he wouldn’t die during the lesson. (bonus for polish folks: He was teaching Gosia Andrzejewicz. He’s still so pround about it.)

- the gym in the basement, closed with shelter doors, even if it wasn’t a shelter. Because why not, am I right?

- our assembly hall has some kind of polychromes on walls and ceiling, but noone knows what is there as it was covered years and years ago. There’re two options: art noveau flowers and stuff or serious nazi shit, because this school was named after infamous Adolf in the 1930s. So everyone are scared to uncover that stuff because you never know.

Pls Polish folks, add your strange school stuff. The more insane and suspicious the better!

reeve-of-caerwyn:

I’m just a medieval bitch who loves gold leaf and the lute, and that’s that.

(Source: cedrwydden)

acoolguy:

slavery:

What’s sex

some naked bullshit

objetpetita:

“Tell me. Tell me with your eyes.”
― James Joyce, Exiles

“I like you; your eyes are full of language.“
― Anne Sexton, Letter to Anne Clarke, July 3, 1964 

“You have such suffering eyes. I’ll look into them and cry, and we’ll both feel better.”
― Anton Chekhov, Ivanov

“You would say you don’t see it: at least I flatter myself I read as much in your eye (beware, by-the-by, what you express with that organ, I am quick at interpreting its language).”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

emotionalgf:

image

CHANEL Black Satin Hair Clip

summary of the secret garden

theconsultingdemigod:

mary: I love gardens
mr. craven: a garden killed my wife

violentwavesofemotion:

“How can I describe my life to you? I think a lot, listen to music. I’m fond of flowers.”

Susan Sontag, from “Death Kit,” published c. January 1967