May 2013
4 posts
I just fell in love with the thought of a smile.
The most truthful I’ve seen.
The best one that’s been shared with me.
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“- Why do “we” inspire our art in other art instead of life itself?...”
April 2013
17 posts
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“Where you invest
your money,
you invest
your life.”
– ,
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Lying is your only real asset.
It isn’t lost yet.
Who we are in love with and who’s life we want to tear away.
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So far for the line, is hard to know if it is...
Star crossed lovers obsess alluring dreams of...
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But I’m lowered now, and I’m lowered still
“Obnoxious”
March 2013
23 posts
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Anonymous asked: beyer?
Que “Fisiología Humana” paresca “Alfred Hitchcock” solo puede ser culpa de mucho jarabe para la tos…
… acompañado de un gran dolor de cabeza.
I found out how in a relationship the troubled one is the who lacks a place in there, like I was in his, and that man in ours.
I haven’t realised how bad I was being
until nothing is working in my way.
Si piensas en mí, desiste ahora.
“Why do we all modern kids crave attention this much?”
Now I’m gonna base my future on the songs that remind me of… seems like my brain already know the answer to everything.
He comprendido que la razón y el corazón siempre...
I’m back to the uncertainty of betraying you
which is being true to myself,
we both want to be following him.
You and I thought I’ve left it behind,
but I’m not that sudden.
I can’t depart when a door is still open,
and this time I know is a gate.
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Hace mucho no escribo un poema
en realidad desde que apareciste.
Creí que era porque
cuando tengo mucho en que pensar
y mucho de que hablar
simplemente no lo puedo transmitir
mas creo que algo en mi mente creía
que no merecias ni la mitad de uno de ellos.
If you miss me more or miss me less, I never know.
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1. I’ve not done anything
2. I have a thousand things to do
3. If I keep staying awake this late I’d get seriously ill
4. I want money
5. I’m having pretty bad luck lately
I've never been owned by such great doubt, but by...
“I think this is where language came from,
it came from our desire to transcend...”
– Walking Life; 2001
February 2013
18 posts
Ivry-Sur-Seine, attends-moi.
Today (Valentine’s): I spent the entire day as a hermit locked in my house painting self-portraits in acrylic. Though I try hard to find something inspiring to paint I always came back to myself. But I actually painted some flowers as well.
(:
