
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
AnasAbdin
noise dept.
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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trying on a metaphor
TVSTRANGERTHINGS

Product Placement
occasionally subtle

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
YOU ARE THE REASON
almost home

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NASA

roma★
taylor price
RMH
Peter Solarz
i don't do bad sauce passes
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@tonyyo11
How can it even be Possible to miss someone So much your heart aches
Hanging On
I am hanging on, to this dream of mine. Every second of every day the dream occupies my mind, body and soul. A dream, yes, that is just what it is, just a dream. An abstract fantasy of a hopeful elegant wish. To become true is to no longer be a dream, and to no longer be a dream, then you will no longer need to wish for it to come true. But every inch of me would give my all, to bring this dream from the realm of fantasy into the living world of mortality. Not even a dream may last forever, dying out with the dreamers. This dream, as imporbably as it truly is, iis the only dream that keeps this heart going, the motivation to press forward, and the happiness that allows life to be enjoyed. All from a dream.. That I am barely hanging onto.
I am so tired
Exhausted, only halfway through the week, Burnt out, my legs could buckle beneath my knees. How can I go on like this, So stressed from life's countless, many needs. Tired, as it's half past midnight, A new day ready to dawn, Yet all motivation, joy, and happiness Seems to have packed their bags for the are up and gone. This darkened sky resembling This home full of darkness, an endless abyss, How can one feel alive, When he lives his life only to exist.
You're the only girl who can bring me down like this, and at the same time, make me feel on top of the world.
Your hips had that tango language as they swayed between lives. They perfectly curved into the core of my life, and I rested my palms on each side; I invited you into the way I believed your eyes to be a gift from oceans. You, those hips, those content stares, that certain tone of voice, were the life I found.
Stop spending all of your time Worrying about the future; And spend some time Making it
Cause you’re all I want You’re all I need You’re everything, Oh, everything.
Rose
Have you ever seen a flower die? Watching the petals fall, one by one And wither away like aging life. Have you ever seen the loss of beauty? The lovely sight and smells Once emitted from a masterpiece of art, Now gone and lost to the history of memory. Have you ever seen a flower die? And felt the sadness from lack of joy The flower once brought to your heart, Making your eyes brighten with happiness. Have you ever seen a flower die? It's like watching a star fall out of the sky.
I wrote of Silence last night about the kinds, and the feel of it, finding myself in the middle of the swirls of being lost inside the abyss of it all, silence is not always my friend, sometimes it mocks me,torments me, reminds me that there really is nothing for me, no one to stay, just drifting lovers,and sometimes friends-
You focus on a girl, you will get her for a night; You focus on a woman, you will get her for life.
What's your focus?
Laying in My bed Just thinking. This night Underneath These stars, I think of Thoughts In which you Happen to Occupy. Filling every Part of my Imagination, But only if You could Be here With me...
Dear person I am jealous of,
I keep it all a secret about the things that you do that really upset me. The way that you live a double life, the way that you've hurt many people I care about make me want to hate you, But I cannot. I am jealous because of how you tend to always get what you want, but at the same time I feel sorry for you because you want too much. Like a baby with candy you always want something new, never keeping what is already in your hand, what is perfectly sweet. So the hate, jealousy, and pity, all cultivate into one un-explainable emotion towards you, in which you shall never know.
And All Was Mute
Grey skies, filled with clouds upon high Casting shadows upon the land below Making the Earth go silent. In the wake of a coming storm The life of nature has seemed To have lost its luster, with no Birds chirping, no critters Rustling in the bushes, Nature just seems dead. No beautiful noises No lively melodies of Perfect harmony. The wind doesn’t Even talk anymore, Yet it continues to blow. Everything, Once bustling with noise And music, Now, is completely Mute.
And All Was Mute
Grey skies, filled with clouds upon high Casting shadows upon the land below Making the Earth go silent. In the wake of a coming storm The life of nature has seemed To have lost its luster, with no Birds chirping, no critters Rustling in the bushes, Nature just seems dead. No beautiful noises No lively melodies of Perfect harmony. The wind doesn't Even talk anymore, Yet it continues to blow. Everything, Once bustling with noise And music, Now, is completely Mute.