Teach me
Have to forgive myself?
Not so sure about it though
Could be okay, wouldn’t I
Can being bad help?
Must be a lie, no
Behave, forgive & forget
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Teach me
Have to forgive myself?
Not so sure about it though
Could be okay, wouldn’t I
Can being bad help?
Must be a lie, no
Behave, forgive & forget
I over-analyze situations because I’m scared of what will happen if I’m not prepared for it.
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Vincent Van Gogh, Skull of a Skeleton with Burning Cigarette
Romance and sex are two separate concepts. And you can have one and not the other if you want to.
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Never Let Me Go (2010)
I’m not sure what it is
maybe because I forgot to mention that something creative that I do is write in my interview or the fact that I feel lonely for no reason at all, or that I’ve never experienced young love. Whatever the reason. . . I feel empty, but that’s fine, just to remember that life sucks because the world is falling apart and I am actually afraid, even though I say I am not, it’s okay once in a while isn’t it? Because if that is not normal, then what is?
break the thing
leave it there
one can never
come back to that
poet or not
pot or kettle
you will feel
alone when you are
because we think
when we break
the thing, leave
it there and
never come back
we think that we live
but whatever it is
human outside
does not just
disappear
Writing letters, I want to do that, I want to live in the times of this type of conversation, I hate messages, but I love writing and I want to know what my friends think. To be honest, the problem actually is that I want to be there for people 100%. I cannot stand that nowadays we write these short texts which don’t actually mean anything, it gives us a false feeling of a close relationship. I don’t care how much or how daily I talk to someone, when I am with this person I give it all, I am LISTENING and I am INTERESTED. And besides, how do you feel about the fact that everybody expects for you to be completely reachable all the time? You have your phone by your side all the time, why not answer? Do you hate me? Am I not enough important to you? NO, I just hate messaging and it is so complicated to explain...
I’ve been studying Van Gogh’s letters for 3 years now and I guess this is the reason.