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@tazkim
Paul McCartney’s Shadow, Paris, 26th March 1976.
( Ph : Robert Ellis )
the things is, i think i am just scared of the loneliness. this loneliness eat me little by little, until now, only a very little part of me still believe on the magic word such as “love”
If all of these people love me, why the fuck they keep on leaving me all the time? Why did they replace me?Â
Why did they let me feel weak like this? Did they want to look at me broken in pieces?Â
Why did they left me here with nothing but emptiness?
I’m all broken, can’t you see? I’m screaming here, can’t you hear? I’m in pain now, can’t you feel me?
i will always be here for you
i will listen to your storyÂ
i will pray the best for you
i will never leave
bullshit .. these people .. why did they want to hurt me so bad...........
if you can leave me, then i can leave you too.
if you can replace me, i am not going to replace you.
why? because putting your hopes up in someone’s hand is the dumbest thing ive ever done.Â
i don’t need any shoulder for myself to lean on, i got it all by myself.
anything you’ve done..
I am learning to love the sound of my feet walking away from things not meant for me.
A.G. (via twelveoddmonths)
Paul Henry (French, 1848–1905) A Section of the Constellation Cygnus (August 13, 1885) Albumen silver print from glass negative
Mengejar kamu bagaikan mengejar matahari senja, asal kamu tau saja. Aku selalu suka dengan matahari senja, Entahlah, melihatnya membuat aku merasa hangat Melihatnya, membuatku tersenyum Aku ingin menggapainya, Aku ingin melihatnya, setiap hari Aku tidak ingin melihatnya hilang Tersapu dengan awan mendung dan rintik hujan Seakan akan sang senja sedang sedih Seakan akan sang senja menarik dirinya Agar aku merasa dingin Agar aku tidak mengharapkan dia untuk selalu ada Karena kenyataannya, dia memang tidak selalu ada. Dia juga, terlalu jauh .. Dia tidak dapat tergapai .. Tapi, tidak apa apa. Dia terlihat indah di atas sana Melihatnya dari jauh juga sudah lebih dari cukup. Mengetahui bahwa dia datang untuk menghiburku juga sudah lebih dari cukup. Dari sekian banyak orang yang menyukainya Dia memutuskan untuk memunculkan dirinya di dekatku Dia tau dimana aku menunggu, Aku selalu menunggu di tempat yang sama, Balkon rumahku. Dia indah .. dia indah .. Jemari ku terus mencoba untuk merengkuhnya .. Walau akhirnya dia pergi juga Meninggalkan semburat jingga di langit, sisa sisa darinya Dia pulang, ke rumahnya. Kembali pulang ke dewinya di atas sana. Tapi sekali kali, datang ke sini ya, senjaku. Kamu tau dimana aku menunggu, Dan aku akan selalu disini.. Karena istilah pulang bagiku, adalah kamu.