Misplaced Lens Cap
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Jules of Nature
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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will byers stan first human second
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
if i look back, i am lost
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I am tired of being a person. Not just tired of being the person I was, but any person at all. I like watching people, but I don’t like talking to them, dealing with them, pleasing them, or offending them… I am tired
Susan Sontag, from ‘The Dummy’ featured in I, Etcetera: Stories (via watchoutforintellect)
Remember when we could play freely outside ...
Creating imaginary friends, running around like crazy, having our mums losing their minds...
Remember when it was fun to be fully alive...
Sounds about right.
Drugs
Evil gift for the weak of heart,
Soft poison,
Warm prison,
Sad dream of a life
Behind the great walls of a mind ...
Vampires friends
You didn't asked me
Just decided at my place
That I didn't have my place tonight at the party
Your tone made me understand that I was unwanted
Like in highschool who never really ended anyway
I knew my world was full of vampires
But I never imagine that you could be one of them
Did using me gave you a sense of responsibility,
Probably even my fault being to "on edge" for you
Too heavy for everyone anyway...
Le futur... ?
Le futur… ?
Et voilà donc où nous allons Toutes voiles dehors mais en arrière En laissant diriger le monde Par ces petits garçons effrayés
Il veulent partout tout verrouiller En commençant par notre liberté Retour aux murailles et aux batailles Retour à la foi et aux femmes sans droits
Le passé n’a jamais été aussi présent Ne laissant pour seul avenir Le souvenir d’un monde meilleur Qu’avaient rêvé nos…
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Onde tropicale...
Onde tropicale…
L’horizon a disparu en un instant, effacé par le brouillard.
Le bruit assourdissant de la pluie sur les tôles qui s’intensifie au point d’être indissociable du tonnerre. Les gouttes d’eau qui s’écrasent sur les fenêtres, crépitantes telles des bulles de champagne. Malgré ce vacarme naturel, la musique de quelques tambours au loin se fait entendre.
Le vent malmène les branches du vieux cocotier,…
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Les deux cents (fiction)
La pièce disparut dans le trou, pas grave pensa-t-elle c’est juste une pièce de deux cents… La petite pièce fut vite oubliée et Ellie se concentra sur la longue journée de travail qui l’attendait désormais, coordinatrice touristique, ça sonnait bien comme emploi mais qui savait réellement en quoi cela consistait ou encore tout le stress qui allait avec. Elle arriva au point de rendez-vous,…
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Le sac (fiction)
“No one could have guessed what was in it “
Juste un banal sac de voyage. Il semblait lourd à première vue, probablement des affaires de voyage.
Romero avait l’air tout à fait serein en le portant dans le métro, tête haute une certaine fierté face à l’absence de suspicion de la part de ses congénères. Tout, absolument tout avait été parfait depuis le début. Le rencard qu’Emilie avait fini par…
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Fading
Everything seems so bleak
I’m loosing the ability to be myself, nothing matter anymore
I would even rather the depression at this time
When the emptiness is so real
This weird, uneasy feeling of not being truly here
Fading away without anyone noticing
Loosing ground on reality
Slowly and so quietly,
I want drugs, cuts, blood
Need them to feel alive again
To exist in the real world again
To be the happy, smily me again
I can’t even cry anymore, just an empty shell
Gazing further and further away
Slipping through the cracks
Reaching the edge of sanity
…
End of the night...
The end is near
No need to fear
Isn't it just a passage
Aren't we just a mirage
I didn't crack the code
The one that would've made me evolve
I stayed like a weak pokemon
Stuck for life in just stage one
At least I had some friends
Which made it better a the end
And drugs and boose
That made me forget what I lose.
“No one in my family, not one of my friends or classmates realized that I was going through life asleep. It was literally true: I was going through life asleep. My body had no more feeling than a drowned corpse. My very existence, my life in the world, seemed like a hallucination. A strong wind would make me think my body was about to be blown to the end of the earth, to some land I had never seen or heard of, where my mind and body would separate forever. ‘Hold tight’, I would tell myself, but there was nothing for me to hold on to.” - Haruki Murakami (via quotemadness)
via @quotemadness
Beautiful quote 🌼
How to get to you...
How can I prove to you that love does exist when the only thing you believe in is hate
How can I show you that things can be different if you refuse to even give it a try
How can I help you when I'm just outside banging on the door and you're too afraid to open it
It's like I'm yelling I love you with all my heart but you're covering you ears and you can't hear me...
Darling please let me in 🐀
Coffee is the priority!
This morning I was a bit short on time so I decided to sacrifice my coffee on the altar of punctuality...
Bad, bad choice : the subway had issue, stopping every few minutes for "regulations"... I arrived late anyway 🙄 and the people I was supposed to meet arrived 20 minutes later😤... and then of course I have a headache 🤕 !!!
I've learned my lesson, coffee is the priority!!! ☕☕☕
No more sense way more fences
No more trying way more crying
No more listening way more yelling
No more believing way more destroying
No more hope way more rope
The world is a never ending story of a human parody...
