Modern life has let me down

Come on now : You knew you had no time, but you let the day drift away.

[two-storytellers]

C'est le temps que tu as perdu pour ta rose qui fait ta rose si importante.

Antoine de Saint Exupéry, Le petit prince. (via two-storytellers)

[tim-dennis]

Waves Crashing against the Diamond Beach, Iceland

[sanitywasstatistical]

strawberries, cherrys & an angels kiss in spring

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[continual-evolving-consciousness]

[sanitywasstatistical]

Lights will guide you home And ignite your bones

[sanitywasstatistical]

[sanitywasstatistical]

Whenever people want you to do something they think is wrong, they say it's “reality.”

  The Good Doctor

[sakuranamida]

Raphaël Haroche - Caravane (2005)

Est-ce que j'en ai les larmes aux yeux Que nos mains ne tiennent plus ensemble Moi aussi je tremble un peu Est-ce que je ne vais plus attendre Jusqu'ici je n'ai aucun droit Est-ce que nous sommes proches de la nuit Est-ce que ce monde a le vertige Est-ce qu'on sera un jour puni Est-ce que je rampe comme un enfant Est-ce que je n'ai plus de chemise C'est le Bon Dieu qui nous fait C'est le Bon Dieu qui nous brise Est-ce que rien ne peut arriver Puisqu'il faut qu'il y ait une justice Je suis né dans cette caravane Et nous partons allez viens Allez viens Tu lu tu, tu lu tu… Et parce que ma peau est la seule que j'ai Que bientôt mes os seront dans le vent Je suis né dans cette caravane Et nous partons allez viens Allez viens Tu lu tu, tu lu tu… Allez viens Tu lu tu, tu lu tu…

[expelliarmus]

[sanitywasstatistical]

I pick up on everybody's energy Always used to feel like there was something wrong with me When the world is overwhelming, I need to breathe  'Cause I'm happy being a loner Happy being a loner I'm sick of it all, I wanna give it up But I'm on the edge And I feel like everything's too much, too much...

Too much, too much...

[sanitywasstatistical]

Aujourd’hui, j’aimerais mieux qu’le temps s’arrête Ah, c’qui compte c’est pas l’arrivée, c’est la quête

[pigeonneaux]

[sanitywasstatistical]

I will tell you the whole story of my life, and it is a life that truly began only on the day I met you. Before that, there was nothing but murky confusion into which my memory never dipped again, some kind of cellar full of dusty, cobwebbed, sombre objects and people.

Stefan Zweig,  Letter from an Unknown Woman and Other Stories

[sanitywasstatistical]

I was reading Slim Aarons and I got to thinking that I thought Maybe I'd get less stressed if I was tested less like All of these debutantes Smiling for miles in pink dresses and high heels on white yachts But I'm not Baby, I'm not No, I'm not That, I'm not I've been tearing around in my fucking nightgown 24/7 Sylvia Plath Writing in blood on the walls 'Cause the ink in my pen don't work in my notepad Don't ask if I'm happy, you know that I'm not But, at best, I can say I'm not sad 'Cause hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have I had fifteen-year dances Church basement romances, yeah, I've cried Spilling my guts with the Bowery Bums Is the only love I've ever known Except for the stage, which I also call home, when I'm not Servin' up God in a burnt coffee pot for the triad Hello, it's the most famous woman you know on the iPad Calling from beyond the grave, I just wanna say, "Hi, Dad" I've been tearing up town in my fucking white gown Like a goddamn near sociopath Shaking my ass is the only thing that's Got this black narcissist off my back She couldn't care less, and I never cared more So there's no more to say about that Except hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman with my past There's a new revolution, a loud evolution that I saw Born of confusion and quiet collusion of which mostly I've known A modern day woman with a weak constitution, 'cause I've got Monsters still under my bed that I could never fight off A gatekeeper carelessly dropping the keys on my nights off I've been tearing around in my fucking nightgown 24/7 Sylvia Plath Writing in blood on your walls 'Cause the ink in my pen don't look good in my pad They write that I'm happy, they know that I'm not But, at best, you can see I'm not sad But hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have But I have it Yeah, I have it

[sanitywasstatistical]

I hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast I am alone at midnight Been trying hard not to get into trouble, but I I've got a war in my mind

[notfarenoughyet]

[billdecker]

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