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indescribable pain
History’s like life:
at the beginning no one knew or had a clue of what was happening so as time went by they started making up thing with messed up ideals and values. Then something decides to reset everything but who wants things to change is always less than who wants things to remain messed up. Then after a while they realize things were messed up and they might’ve had the best life ever if they let that inner core take over, but now it’s too late and history and life ends.
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“A lot of people tell me I’m a bit dreamy. But I like the idea of that. Of being somewhere else.”
— Alex Turner
Its cool how we’re all stuck in 2014 but not in the King Kylie way but in a Ultraviolence, AM, Alexa Chung, Arielle Vandenberg, Arabella way
i miss a lot those times when it all felt ethereal but it didn’t because we were too busy thinking about the else we could have reached
and i miss a lot those times because now i can’t help but fantasize about slightly bumping into you even if you’re miles behind
but are you miles behind? or am i too further? and i don’t even know if it’s the opposite, please, even if i’m miles behind me, please, turn around and tell me the way i shall go
and i miss those times when my poetry descended lovely but deadly for what was yet to come that came today or… maybe the other day, i can’t remember because days lost their value
i still dream, about becoming the character you liked, playing your favorite songs on a guitar i bought the other day just to impress you, i’m sorry, to impress myself
and you say i had a great soul, too great for someone like you, and now i’m considered mean, rude and in all the way you liked being called, and now i wonder if i based my entire existence into becoming perfect in one of your phases
but you wouldn’t do that, you’re mean without consequences you’re always you, you don’t change, and i swear i never liked those guys that weren’t half of your beauty… attitude… rudeness
but you wouldn’t do that, but but i wouldn’t be here
-Your never one and only me