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This is the day
IT'S SO CUTE!!!
someday, tomorrowland..
I feel ashamed.. but i'm black now haha
i do plan to come back, just a little further in time
i feel my world shrinking..
Art is what makes me take my breath away, what makes me have no words after I saw, listened, tasted, smelled, felt trough my skin or watched. Some dialogues are art, some little moments are too. People create art everyday, they just don’t notice. The movement some girls do to take some hair out...
I was reading texts and I remembered this one. Is so beautiful.
I wonder.
today is an important day
friends is a relative term, it depends on you and them. you being a good person and them being as good as you.
why does it seem that all my greatly determined and established superstitions are somehow making me have bad days, but disobey them give me great days? now the universe is confusing me, at first good days only came when I followed the superstitions, but now is the contrary.
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timing is everything
usually moments with family aren't that good, nor special, but sometimes when you get to be on a particular moment, with a perfect timing, some moments can be magic, and last for the rest of our lifes.
He's very sleepy. He's very sad. He's also can't cry. Every time he's sad he gets sleepy. Every time he's sleepy he yawns a lot. Every time he yawns he sheds a tear or two. Is it possible that he's only sleepy because he's sad? And he only yawns too much because he can't cry? And he can't cry because he's always too sleepy? Is it possible that his body found other way to shed tears? Is it possible that every yawn on earth is our body saying to us that we need to cry?
in bed, at night, i feel a hand gently touching my chest, then my neck. i wish it was yours, and not mine imitating yours.
sometimes i feel like a child trapped into a grown up body, and sometimes i feel like i'm an elderly surrounded by grown up kids.
a new concept arrived. someone be so passionately hugged, kissed, fooled around or fucked, that the person feels like being transformed into sand, stardust.