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@syntheticanplastic
NUMBERS AND BOREDOM AND KILLING AND BLOSSOM.
Somebody planted a seed in me,
But is not blossoming,
Because I was the dry sand of the dirty promise of a blooded flesh.
My heart was dying, because I wasn't pouring it, I was forcing myself to the torture of a square and lines and boredom and zero passion but money.
Do I want this life?
This life full of whites and blacks? Full of unpleasant craving of freedom for my soul?
This is the promised life. The life I’m supposed to have.
But is killing me! Is making me extremely miserable and crazily sad.
I know I can change it. But I’m not that brave. I’m not brave enough to lose. To lose money, time, to lose the idea of everything I should follow.
Im tired of it because my world is no number and boredom, is nostalgia and letters poisoning my soul in a deep ecstasy, only I can understand.
I need to have it, I have to have it.
Give to me! And I will hand my mind to everyone.
I can taste everything I ever wanted. But I need to buy it.
Give it to me! And I’ll kill this numbers and the misery and the sound in my head saying to stop my body.
Give me a way to survive and I will kill everything that dries me.
St. Elmo’s Fire (1985)
THE STARS
The stars at night laugh at me.
Is because I´m too naïve.
Is because recently I don’t skip a beat.
I look at them with hope,
They look at me with shame,
Is because I’m waiting for something,
Is because I’m dreaming too much.
Can they see my liver?
Can they see my soul?
Is because they saw my tears,
Is because they saw my dead.
Harry for his Gucci Autum/Winter 2018 Campaign!
iF THIS AIN’T HEAVEN
Beautiful then, beautiful now.
“I wish they would take me as I am.”
— Vincent van Gogh
hell is where i dreamt of u and woke up alone (blackbear)
How do people love their bodies? It seems so unrealistic to me. I don’t know how I look and I hate myself for it. Why can’t I be pretty? Or smart? Why am I this way?
The Smiths; There Is a Light That Never Goes Out
Maybe they (we) are way too smart to know that leaving the parent house is kinda stupid in this economy that other generations destroyed. In my opinion, if you have a good and healthy relationship with your parents is okay to stay with them as much as you want/can. You actually are helping the planet and somehow the economy too. Just think about it, why is it so good about living by yourself? I have lived my whole life mainly alone for weeks because my mom travels a lot and is so awful, I love being with her. I know I will leave someday but I’m not even rushing it and I will not rush it tho.
Mucho textoooo.
Bangkok
Zac Efron is still the one.