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I'm a slut for sunsets and stars and soft rain and wind and flowers
“Le destin attend toujours au coin de la rue. Comme un voyou, une pute ou un vendeur de loterie : ses trois incarnations favorites. Mais il ne vient pas vous démarcher à domicile. Il faut aller à sa rencontre.”
Carlos Ruiz Zafón - L’ombre du vent
Enivrez-vous ....
Et si quelquefois, sur les marches d'un palais, sur l'herbe verte d'un fossé, vous vous réveillez, l'ivresse déjà diminuée ou disparue, demandez au vent, à la vague, à l'étoile, à l'oiseau, à l'horloge; à tout ce qui fuit, à tout ce qui gémit, à tout ce qui roule, à tout ce qui chante, à tout ce qui parle, demandez quelle heure il est.
Et le vent, la vague, l'étoile, l'oiseau, l'horloge, vous répondront, il est l'heure de s'enivrer ; pour ne pas être les esclaves martyrisés du temps, enivrez-vous, enivrez-vous sans cesse de vin, de poésie, de vertu, à votre guise.
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love me
nothing is more satisfying than knowing someone will be with you through thick and thin
We could make gravity jealous of the way broken holds you & time will stop to watch regret kiss your lips before I
Though every window I open is to remember you better, the wind sings songs of hurricanes past that bleed like the love letter I kept between my chest, breaking
my ribs. But, I want to hold your heart in my hand just to hear it thump my name; if I teach you to pray, could you teach me to sin? Break me in two & keep going until
the list of feelings I don’t have anymore is none; or just take off your past & dance with me
The Late Show, October 28, 2015
You ever just call a nigga out so hard