Zanismara

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and i hate to do this to you on your birthday.

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sticks and stones may break your bones but tv shows and books will crush your soul to a million pieces.

anonymous

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"Running With The Wolves" Go row the boat to safer grounds But don't you know we're stronger now My heart still beats and my skin still feels My lungs still breathe, my mind still fears But we're running out of time Oh, all the echoes in my mind cry There's blood on your lies The sky's open wide There is nowhere for you to hide The hunter's moon is shining I'm running with the wolves tonight I'm running with the wolves I'm running with the wolves tonight I'm running with the wolves I'm running with the Trick or treat, what would it be? I walk alone, I'm everything My ears can hear and my mouth can speak My spirit talks, I know my soul believes But we're running out of time Oh, all the echoes in my mind cry There's blood on your lies The sky's open wide There is nowhere for you to hide The hunter's moon is shining It's been cause betrayal in hearts They can in dream tonight deceives us A million voices, silent dreams Where hope is left so incomplete I'm running with the... I'm running with the wolves I'm running with the... I'm running with the... I'm running with the... I'm running with the wolves I'm running with the... Aurora Aksnes

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"You are being watched. The government has a secret system: a machine that spies on you every hour of every day. I know, because I built it. I designed the machine to detect acts of terror, but it sees everything. Violent crimes involving ordinary people; people like you. Crimes the government considered 'irrelevant'. They wouldn't act, so I decided I would. But I needed a partner, someone with the skills to intervene. Hunted by the authorities, we work in secret. You'll never find us, but victim or perpetrator, if your number's up... we'll find you". --- Harold Finch

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Mathilda: Is life always this hard, or is it just when you’re a kid? Léon: Always like this. – Leon The Professional, one of my favorite movies ever. aesthetic mood.

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the comeback is always stronger than the setback ~

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/yogyakarta/ selalu berhasil membawaku kembali, sekalipun setelah dipatahkan semua ambisiku, cita cita, dan nyaris merenggut hidupku di kerasnya aspal jalanannya, aku selalu pulang kepadamu lalu duduk di seberang trotoarnya, atau di dekat toko toko bunga, atau di gang gang sempit kampus di tengah kota, atau di sela sela kerumunan di bawah komidi putar seperti saat ini, atau di kafe kecil di pinggiran kota, menyeruput long black atau espresso, atau sekedar menulis dan melukis untuk bercerita tentang diriku sendiri kepada diriku sendiri, aku tak pernah sanggup mendendam walau kauberikan seribu kehilangan tentang raga, tentang hati, atau bahkan tentang emosi, aku tak sanggup mendendam, malah, aku selalu kembali dengan sekantung penuh rindu yang kutaburkan sepanjang memori yang pernah kubangun disini, dari mana semua jati diriku bertumbuh, dimana aku memulai apapun, juga dimana aku kehilangan segalanya... aku selalu kembali /yogyakarta/

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It's a love story for the new age For the sixth page We're on a quick sick rampage Wining and dining Drinking and driving Excessive buying Overdose and dyin' On our drugs and our love And our dreams and our rage Blurring the lines between real and the fake

National Anthem -- Lana Del Rey

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They say I’m too young to love you I don’t know what I need They think I don’t understand The freedom land of the seventies I think I’m too cool to know ya You say I’m like the ice I freeze I’m churning out novels like Beat poetry on Amphetamines I say I say

Well, my boyfriend’s in a band He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed I’ve got feathers in my hair I get down to Beat poetry And my jazz collection’s rare I can play most anything I’m a Brooklyn baby I’m a Brooklyn baby

They say I’m too young to love you They say I’m too dumb to see They judge me like a picture book By the colors, like they forgot to read I think we’re like fire and water I think we’re like the wind and sea You’re burning up, I’m cooling down You’re up, I’m down You’re blind, I see But I’m free I’m free

Well, my boyfriend’s in a band He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed I’ve got feathers in my hair I get down to Beat poetry And my jazz collection’s rare I can play most anything I’m a Brooklyn baby I’m a Brooklyn baby

I’m talking about my generation Talking about that newer nation And if you don’t like it You can beat it Beat it, baby You never liked the way I said it If you don’t get it, then forget it So I don’t have to fucking explain it

And my boyfriend’s in a band He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed I’ve got feathers in my hair I get high on hydroponic weed And my jazz collection’s rare I get down to beat poetry I’m a Brooklyn baby I’m a Brooklyn baby

Yeah my boyfriend’s pretty cool But he’s not as cool as me Cause I’m a Brooklyn baby I’m a Brooklyn baby…

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“Is that what God does? He helps? Tell me, why didn’t God help my innocent friend who died for no reason while the guilty ran free? Okay. Fine. Forget the one offs. How about the countless wars declared in his name? Okay. Fine. Let’s skip the random, meaningless murder for a second, shall we? How about the racist, sexist, phobia soup we’ve all been drowning in because of him? And I’m not just talking about Jesus. I’m talking about all organized religion. Exclusive groups created to manage control. A dealer getting people hooked on the drug of hope. His followers, nothing but addicts who want their hit of bullshit to keep their dopamine of ignorance. Addicts. Afraid to believe the truth. That there’s no order. There’s no power. That all religions are just metastasizing mind worms, meant to divide us so it’s easier to rule us by the charlatans that wanna run us. All we are to them are paying fanboys of their poorly-written sci-fi franchise. If I don’t listen to my imaginary friend, why the fuck should I listen to yours? People think their worship’s some key to happiness. That’s just how he owns you. Even I’m not crazy enough to believe that distortion of reality. So fuck God. He’s not a good enough scapegoat for me.“

—- Elliot speech on Adderall

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i miss Shayla sooooo bad! :(