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in my stride, people will find my arrogance. Egotistical? Perhaps. Void? Yes, my heart. But above all, they’ll see a human with a humour of a demon
I dream of conquering hearts, it’s quite bad that I get bored easily after I done so
I may be heartless, but you are naive 
Beauty is mysterious as well as terrible. God and devil are fighting there, for a battle that is for the heart of a man. 
in my silence, they found my anger. In my solitude of stillness, they found me dark. In my black clothes, they found their sins. In my eyes, they found their death.
the “kinky” side of Tumblr or whatever the fuck, gotta chill and girls should know that “acts or chemistry” of these “men” is only confined to the words on their posts.
‘Cause in real life, these are the type of men who you will be laid up under struggle strokes. And dude would be shaking so violently when he climaxes you’d thought he could be having a seizure
You lost all interest in this world. You were disappointed and discouraged, and lost interest in every thing. So you abandoned your physical body you went to a world apart and you are living a different kind of life. In a world that’s inside you 
I dream of black clothes, that hides you in the middle of the crowd, yet not quite. I dream of black coats which displays all sorts of luxury. I dream of my black hair wild whilst walking, giving a thrill to the wind. I dream of my solitude being captured and shown to others in my attire. I dream of black heels, to upstage any other person in where I stand.. I dream..
- black clothing
I hope you looked to West whilst I was looking at East, and that for a moment you met my eyes without knowing it. I know you never look away, ever when your eyes are closed, but I’m never certain you can see what’s really there. 
There’s a lot of advice on the Internet. A lot of posts. A lot of books. A lot of podcast. A lot of information to consume. But I hope you know that at the end of the day the most important knowledge is within you. What feels true to you? What feels right to you? What lights you up? That’s the gold 
Is this how it’s going to be for the rest of our lives? Time dissolving into thick dark fog, things that happened last week seeming years ago and things that happened last year feels like yesterday 
What is one thing you want to do before you die?
I will take a long walk to a very distant place, where there’s no people wandering nearby. A place where i can climb a million stairs to get to the utmost tower, to gaze the view before me, from the peak of the terrace, where i could see the world and the people continuing along their path of life, who looks nothing but like a speck of light and dark from afar. I would sit on the edge of the roof and will take a deep breath to feel content one last time and
I will ask death ‘why didn’t you come sooner?’ I’d tired to call you so many times when i was young and naive to even know how heinous this world is and how cruel these people actually are. I wish i had something beautiful to say to your answer like “hold hands with someone i love and spend every moment with them until my end of time comes” but i don’t. Every day of my life is a uphill battle. I have nowhere to escape, all i have is myself. so i will spend every moment with me in a quite place, where the wind feels like whisper of lullaby and sky looks like home whilst i crumble to my final breath and welcome death.
what if I lay under the sky and speak to the moon? will the life cycle not be depressing when I stop talking?
I don’t think peaceful love is for me. If it’s not twisted, dark with chaos I may think it is not love, it’s a grave
at heart of all art lies a mystery
I think I can survive in a worst, unpleasant environment if I got a crush on someone there