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And as I sit alone in this empty, dark room, the shadows of my past haunt me like daemons. Sitting there, waiting, talking of pain in my ear like I am nothing in front of them.
There is no light, no warmth, no sweet freedom from the hell I have created for myself.
Just a solitude of darkness.
Kiss me like its the last thing you are going to do and hold me like you are never going to let me go. After. Miss me like I am the only one in the world and remember all the beauty we shared in the long summer nights. Hold me in your heart like a fragile diamond that will break if you let it down.
βI donβt even know why Iβm surprised anymore.
I did this to myself.β
ΠΡΠΌΠ° Π½ΠΈΡΠΎ ΠΏΠΎ ΠΈΠ½ΡΠΈΠΌΠ½ΠΎ ΠΎΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ΡΡΠΈΡΠ΅ ΠΌΡ ΠΎΡΠΈ, Π½Π°Π±ΠΎΠ»Π°ΡΠ° Π±ΡΠ°Π΄Π°, Π΄ΡΠ΅Π·Π³Π°Π²ΠΈΡ Π³Π»Π°Ρ, Π½Π΅ΡΠ²Π½ΠΈΡΠ΅ ΠΌΡ ΠΏΡΠΈΠ²ΠΈΡΠΊΠΈ ΠΈ Π±Π΅Π·ΡΠΌΠ½ΠΎ Π²ΠΊΡΡΠ½ΠΈΡΠ΅ ΠΌΡ ΡΡΡΠ½ΠΈ. Π’Π΅ ΡΠ° ΠΌΠΎΠΈ, Π½ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠΉ Π½ΡΠΌΠ° Π΄Π° Π³ΠΈ Π²ΠΈΠ΄ΠΈ, ΡΠ΅ ΡΠ° ΠΌΠΎΠΈ.
ΠΡΠΌΠ°ΠΌΠ΅ Π½ΠΈΡΠΎ Π΅Π΄Π½Π° ΡΠ΅Π»ΡΠΈ ΡΠ½ΠΈΠΌΠΊΠ° ΠΏΡΠΎΡΡΠΎ Π·Π°ΡΠΎΡΠΎ Π½ΠΈΠ΅ ΠΈΠΌΠ°ΠΌΠ΅ ΠΏΠΎΡΡΠ΅Π±Π½ΠΎΡΡΡΠ° Π΄Π° ΡΠ΅ ΡΡΠ²ΡΡΠ²Π°ΠΌΠ΅, Π²ΠΈΠΆΠ΄Π°ΠΌΠ΅, Π΄ΠΎΠΊΠΎΡΠ²Π°ΠΌΠ΅ Π½Π°ΡΠ°ΠΌΠ΅, ΡΠ°ΠΌΠΎ Π°Π· ΠΈ ΡΠΎΠΉ, Π½ΠΈΡΠΎ ΡΠΈ, Π½ΠΈΡΠΎ Ρ ΠΈΠ»ΡΠ΄ΠΈΡΠ΅ Π½ΠΈ ΠΏΠΎΡΠ»Π΅Π΄ΠΎΠ²Π°ΡΠ΅Π»ΠΈ Π² ΡΠΎΡΠΈΠ°Π»Π½ΠΈΡΠ΅ ΠΌΡΠ΅ΠΆΠΈ Π½ΡΠΌΠ° Π΄Π° ΡΡΠ΅ΡΡΡ ΠΌΡΠ»Π½ΠΈΠΈΡΠ΅, Π±ΡΡΠΈΡΠ΅ ΠΈ Π½Π΅ΠΏΠΎΠ½ΠΎΡΠΈΠΌΠ°ΡΠ° ΠΆΠ°ΠΆΠ΄Π° Π΄Π° ΡΠΌΠ΅ Π² Π΅Π΄Π½ΠΎ, Π΄Π° ΡΠΌΠ΅ Π΅Π΄Π½ΠΎ, Π΄Π° ΡΠΌΠ΅ ΡΠΈ ΡΠ°ΠΌΠΎ Π΅Π΄Π½ΠΎ.
ΠΠΎΠ³Π°ΡΠΎ Π³ΠΎ ΠΏΠΈΡΠ°Ρ Π΄Π°Π»ΠΈ Π²ΡΠ΅ ΠΏΠ°ΠΊ ΡΠΌΠ΅ Π΄Π²ΠΎΠΉΠΊΠ°, Π½Π΅ ΠΏΠΎΠ»ΡΡΠΈΡ ΡΠΎΠΏ ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΠ°Π½ΠΈΡ ΠΎΡΠ³ΠΎΠ²ΠΎΡ Π½Π° 99% ΠΎΡ ΠΆΠ΅Π½ΠΈΡΠ΅. Π’ΠΎΠΉ ΡΠΈΡΡΠΎ ΠΈ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΡΠΎ ΠΌΠΈ ΠΎΠ±ΡΡΠ½ΠΈ:
βΠ½ΠΈΠ΅ ΡΠΌΠ΅ ΡΠΈ Π½ΠΈΠ΅, Π΄ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ΅ ΠΌΠΈ Π΅, ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π°ΡΠΎ ΡΠΈ Π³ΠΎΠ»Π° ΠΈ ΡΡΠΌ Π² ΡΠ΅Π±, Π΄ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ΅ ΠΌΠΈ Π΅ ΠΈ ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π°ΡΠΎ ΡΠΈ ΠΎΠ±Π»Π΅ΡΠ΅Π½Π° Π² ΠΊΡΡ Π½ΡΡΠ°, ΠΌΠ°ΠΌΠΊΠ° ΠΌΡ, Π΄ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ΅ ΠΌΠΈ Π΅ ΠΈ ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π°ΡΠΎ ΡΠ΅ ΠΊΠ°ΡΠ°ΠΌΠ΅β¦ ΡΠ°ΠΌΠ° ΡΠΈ ΠΈΠ·ΠΌΠΈΡΠ»ΠΈ ΠΊΠ°ΠΊΠ²ΠΎ ΡΠΌΠ΅.β
ΠΠΎΠ³Π°ΡΠΎ Π²ΡΠ΅ ΠΏΠ°ΠΊ ΠΌΡΠΆΠΊΠΎΡΠΎ ΡΠΈ ΡΠ΅ ΠΏΠΎΡΠ²ΠΈ ΠΈ Π·Π°ΡΡΠ°Π½Π΅ ΡΡΠ΅ΡΡ ΠΆΠ΅Π½ΡΠΊΠΎΡΠΎ ΠΌΠΈ, ΡΠ°ΠΌΠΎ ΠΊΠΎΡΠΌΠΈΡΠ΅ΡΠΊΠΈ ΡΠΈΠ»ΠΈ ΠΌΠΎΠ³Π°Ρ Π΄Π° Π½ΠΈ ΡΠΏΠ°ΡΡΡ ΠΎΡ ΠΏΠΎΠΆΠ°ΡΠ°. Π’ΠΎΡ ΠΏΠΎΠΆΠ°Ρ ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ΅ Π΄Π° Π½ΠΈ ΡΠ½ΠΈΡΠΎΠΆΠΈ, ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ΅ Π΄Π° Π½ΠΈ ΠΈΠ·Π³ΠΎΡΠΈ ΠΆΠΈΠ²ΠΈ, ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ΅ Π΄Π° Π½ΠΈ Π²Π·Π΅ΠΌΠ΅ Π²ΡΠΈΡΠΊΠΎ, Π°ΠΌΠ° Π±Π΅Π· Π½Π΅Π³ΠΎ Π½Π΅ ΡΠΌΠ΅ Π½ΠΈΠ΅. ΠΠ΅Π· Π½Π΅Π³ΠΎ Π½ΡΠΌΠ°ΡΠ΅ Π΄Π° ΡΠ°Π·Π±Π΅ΡΠ°, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ Π±ΠΎΠ»ΠΈ Π΄Π° ΠΌΡΠ»ΡΠΈΡ, Π±Π΅Π· Π½Π΅Π³ΠΎ Π½ΡΠΌΠ°ΡΠ΅ Π΄Π° ΡΠ°Π·Π±Π΅ΡΠ΅Ρ ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ Π²ΡΠ·Π΄ΡΡ ΡΡ Π½Π΅ ΡΠΈ ΡΡΠΈΠ³Π°, ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π°ΡΠΎ ΠΌΠ΅ Π½ΡΠΌΠ°. ΠΠΌΠ° ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ Π΄Π° ΠΏΡΠ±Π»ΠΈΠΊΡΠ²Π°Ρ Π»ΠΈΠΏΡΠ° Π½Π° Π²ΡΠ·Π΄ΡΡ Π²ΡΠ² ΡΠ΅ΠΉΡΠ°? ΠΠ΅ ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ΅Ρ.. Π ΡΠΈΠ³ΡΡΠ½ΠΎ ΡΠΎΠ²Π° Π½Π΅ Π΅ Π»ΡΠ±ΠΎΠ², Π±Π΅Π· ΠΏΡΠ±Π»ΠΈΡΠ½ΠΎΡΠΎ Π΄ΠΎΠΊΠ°Π·Π°ΡΠ΅Π»ΡΡΠ²ΠΎ.
Π‘Π΅Π³Π° ΡΠ°Π·Π±ΠΈΡΠ°ΡΠ΅ Π»ΠΈ ΠΌΠ΅ ΠΊΠΎΠ΅ Π½Π°ΡΠΈΡΠ°ΠΌ Ρ Π΄ΡΠΌΠ°ΡΠ° Π»ΡΠ±ΠΎΠ²?
Π’ΠΎΠ³Π°Π²Π°, ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π°ΡΠΎ ΠΌΠΈ ΡΠ΅ ΡΡΠΌΠΈΡ Π²Π°Ρ ΡΡΡ Π·Π°ΡΠ²ΠΎΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈ ΠΎΡΠΈ, Π·Π°ΡΠΎΡΠΎ ΡΠΈ Π² ΡΡΡΠ΅ΡΠ΅ ΠΌΠΈ ΠΈ ΡΠ΅ ΠΎΠ±ΠΈΡΠ°ΠΌ. Π’ΠΎΠ³Π°Π²Π°, ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π°ΡΠΎ ΠΌΠ΅ ΠΏΠΎΠΊΡΠΈΠ²Π°Ρ ΠΏΡΠ΅Π·Π³Π»Π°Π²Π° ΠΈ ΡΠ΅ Π±ΠΎΡΠΈΡ Ρ Π²ΡΠ·Π³Π»Π°Π²Π½ΠΈΡΠΈ. Π’ΠΎΠ³Π°Π²Π°, ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π°ΡΠΎ ΠΌΠ΅ ΠΏΡΠΈΠ±ΠΈΡΠ°Ρ ΠΏΠΈΡΠ½Π° ΠΎΡ Π½ΡΠΊΠΎΠΉ Π±Π°Ρ ΠΈ ΠΌΠΈ ΠΊΠ°Π·Π²Π°Ρ, ΡΠ΅ ΠΏΠΎ-ΠΊΡΠ°ΡΠΈΠ²Π° ΠΊΡΠΈΠ²Π° ΡΠΈΠ·ΠΈΠΎΠ½ΠΎΠΌΠΈΡ Π½Π΅ ΡΠΈ ΡΠΈ ΠΈ ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΠ°Π» Π΄Π° Π²ΠΈΠ΄ΠΈΡ. Π’ΠΎΠ³Π°Π²Π°, ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π°ΡΠΎ ΠΊΠΎΡΠΊΠ°ΡΠ° Π΅ ΡΡΡΠΏΠΈΠ»Π° Π½ΡΠΊΠΎΡ ΡΠ°ΡΠ° ΠΈ ΠΌΠΈ ΠΎΠ±Π΅ΡΠ°Π΅Ρ Π΄Π° ΡΠΈ ΠΊΡΠΏΠΈΠΌ ΠΏΡΠ°Ρ ΠΎΡΠΌΡΠΊΠ°ΡΠΊΠ°. Π’ΡΠΊΠ° ΠΈ 300 Π»Π΅Π½ΡΠΈ Π΄Π° ΠΈΠ·Ρ Π°Π±Ρ Π΄Π° ΡΠ½ΠΈΠΌΠ°ΠΌ, Π½ΡΠΌΠ° ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ Π΄Π° Π²ΠΈ ΠΏΠΎΠΊΠ°ΠΆΠ° Π»ΡΠ±ΠΎΠ²ΡΠ° Π½ΠΈ.
ΠΠ°ΡΠΎΠ²Π° ΡΠΈ Ρ Π΄ΡΡΠΆΠ° Π½Π° ΡΠΊΡΠΈΡΠ½ΠΎ, Π½Π΅ΠΊΠ° Π΄Π° Π΅ ΡΠ°ΠΉΠ½ΠΎ, Π½Π΅ΠΊΠ° Π΄Π° Π½Π΅ Π·Π½Π°Π΅ Π½ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠΉ, Π½Π΅ΠΊΠ° Π΄Π° Π΅ ΡΠ°ΠΌΠΎ ΠΌΠ΅ΠΆΠ΄Ρ Π½Π°Ρ. Π ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΡΠ°Π·Π±ΡΠ°Ρ , ΡΠ΅ Π΅ Π»ΡΠ±ΠΎΠ² Π»ΠΈ?
βΠΠ±ΠΎΠΆΠ°Π²Π°ΠΌ Π΄Π° ΡΠ΅ ΡΡΠΊΠ°ΠΌ!β β Π±Π΅ΡΠ΅ ΠΏΠΎΠ²Π΅ΡΠ΅ ΠΎΡ ΡΡΠ΅Π½, Π½Π°Π΄Π²Π΅ΡΠ΅Π½ Π½Π°Π΄ ΠΌΠ΅Π½, ΠΎΠ·Π²Π΅ΡΡΠ», Π½Π΅Π½Π°ΡΠΈΡΠ΅Π½β¦
Π ΡΠΎΠ²Π° ΡΡΡ ΡΠΈΠ³ΡΡΠ½ΠΎΡΡ Π½ΡΠΌΠ° ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ Π΄Π° Π³ΠΎ ΡΠ½ΠΈΠΌΠ°ΠΌ. ΠΡΠ±ΠΎΠ²ΡΠ° ΡΠΈ Π΅ Π·Π° Π½Π°Ρ. Π Π²ΠΈΠ΅ ΡΠΈ ΠΈΠ³ΡΠ°ΠΉΡΠ΅ Π½Π° Π»ΡΠ±ΠΎΠ²ΡΠ΅ΡΠ°β¦
- ΠΠ΅ΡΠΎΠ½ΠΈΠΊΠ° ΠΡΡΠΎΠ²Π°, Go guide
βAll I can do is be me, whoever that is.β
β Bob Dylan
We are each our own devil, and we create our hell.
Give one a mask and he will show you his true face !
βThis is what I like about photographs. Theyβre proof that once, even if just for a heartbeat, everything was perfectβ
β Jodi Picoult
βSome inner peace would be nice.β
β J.T. Barnett
"Everyone sees what you appear to be, few experience what you really are."
Itβs very strange that the people you love are often the people youβre most cruel to.
Kenneth Branagh (via quotemadness)
I donβt feel much of anything.
J.T. Barnett (via jtbarnett)
ΠΡΠ΅ΡΠ° ΡΠΈ ΠΎΡΠΈΠ΄Π΅, Π° ΡΡΡΠ΅ ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ΅ ΠΈ Π΄Π° Π½Π΅ Π΄ΠΎΠΉΠ΄Π΅, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊΠ²ΠΎ ΠΏΡΠ°Π²ΠΈΡ Π΄Π½Π΅Ρ? ΠΠΌΠ°Ρ Π»ΠΈ ΠΏΠ»Π°Π½?
ΠΠΎΠΆΠ΅Ρ Π»ΠΈ Π΄Π° ΡΠΈ ΠΏΠΎΠ·Π²ΠΎΠ»ΠΈΡ Π΄Π° Π½Π΅ ΠΏΡΠ°Π²ΠΈΡ Π½ΠΈΡΠΎ Π΄Π½Π΅Ρ?
ΠΡΠ΅ΠΌΠ΅ Π΅ Π΄Π° Π½Π°ΠΏΡΠ°Π²ΠΈΡ ΠΆΠΈΠ²ΠΎΡΠ° ΡΠΈ ΠΏΠΎ - ΠΊΡΠ°ΡΠΈΠ², Π²ΡΠ΅ΠΌΠ΅ Π΅ Π΄Π° ΠΏΠΎΠΌΠΎΠ³Π½Π΅Ρ Π½Π° Π½ΡΠΊΠΎΠ³Π° Π΄Π° ΡΠ΅ ΡΡΠΌΠΈΡ Π½Π΅, Π·Π°ΡΠΎΡΠΎ Π°ΠΊΠΎ Π½Π΅ ΠΏΠΎΠΌΠΎΠ³Π½Π΅Ρ ΡΠΈ, Π½ΠΎΠΊΠΎΠΉ Π½ΡΠΌΠ° Π΄Π° Π³ΠΎ Π½Π°ΠΏΡΠ°Π²ΠΈ Π²ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΠΎ ΡΠ΅Π±.
ΠΡΠ΅Π΅ΠΌΠ΅ Π΅ Π΄Π° ΠΏΡΠΈΠ΄Π°Π΄Π΅Ρ ΡΠΌΠΈΡΡΠ» Π½Π° ΠΆΠΈΠ²ΠΎΡΠ° ΡΠΈ ΠΈ Π΄Π° ΡΡΠ΅ΡΠΈΡ Π°ΡΠΎΠΌΠ°ΡΠ° Π½Π° ΡΠ΅Π³Π°.
Π‘Π΅Π³Π° Π΅ ΡΠ°ΠΌ ΠΊΡΠ΄Π΅ΡΠΎ ΡΠΈ ΡΠΈ ΠΈ ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π°ΡΠΎ βΡΠ΅Π³Π°β ΡΠΈ ΠΎΡΠΈΠ΄Π΅ Π½ΡΠΌΠ° Π΄Π° ΡΠ΅ Π²ΡΡΠ½Π΅ ΠΏΠΎΠ²Π΅ΡΠ΅.
ΠΠΎΠ½ΠΈΡ Π²ΡΠ΅ΠΌΠ΅ΡΠΎ Π° ΡΠΎ Π½ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠ³Π° Π½Π΅ ΡΠ°ΠΊΠ°!
What if someday I wake up and you are gone?
What if I can`t find you anymore?
What if I told you that you weren`t there when I needed you the most?
What if?
Will I move on, or will you just sit in my memories like a knife pushing itself deeper into my soul, cutting me in peases until there is nothing left? How do I handle it when you are gone?Β How do I go on?
The sin
We are all sinners, for some its the greed, for others its passion. It is all a sin: to be human, to love, to crave, to have.
To live can be hard, to make a choice can be impossible.
And when you chose, whatever it is, it will be a sin!