September 2009
So how long will we continue to ride this sunken ship? Cause I believe, yes I believe that we can find the surface.
(via thingsgohazy)
August 2009
FormSpring Submission for form tell me everything. at 08/23/09 8:24 AM
You are beautiful. I wish i could be like you.
I’m not and you really, really don’t. But thank you.
FormSpring Submission for form tell me everything. at 08/30/09 5:26 AM
i think if you listen to this you’ll know what i mean……………………..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lRTEMe1hrgA
…i don’t?
“you’re so beautiful, you could be a waitress.”
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FormSpring Submission for form tell me everything. at 08/29/09 12:56 PM
when the days are good, i’m sad to see them go- like saying goodbye to old friends, or a lover’s last kiss. When they’re bad, as terrible as babies’ tears, i’m happy to watch them burn off like morning fog in the sun and fade into the catacombs of the past. Such a painful duality. But no matter how my fingertips ebb and flow with the palpability of emotions in my days, i embrace the experiences and what they teach me- they, and the people that inspire them, have coloured my life in the deepest, saturating hues. i cannot begin to understand the mysteries of the Universe, or how Fate has woven my life together. One thing i can say for certain, the world may be a dark place, and the secrets and hidden spaces within our hearts even darker, but throughout it all, there is endless beauty… if we would only choose to see it. There will always be the best and worst of things… i wish i could make you see what i see— i wish i could share all the boundless passion for Life !
i hide inside… that is my darkest secret: that i love endlessly, and with a force that could drown mountains. It is as painful a curse as it is wonderful a gift, and i can never show it to you. This heart would set the world on fire if i ever let it out of my boney rib-cage.
FormSpring Submission for form tell me everything. at 08/30/09 1:23 AM
De l’endroit où je suis
On voit les bras de mer,
Qui s’allongent puis renoncent
A mordre dans la terre…
Dans le lit, tard, nous sommes là,
Nous recommençons tout,
J’ai du mal à y croire,
Je vois des bras de mer…
Je vois des bras de mer…
Qui s’allongent…qui s’allongent…
Je vois des bras de mer…
Qui s’allongent…qui s’allongent…
Et qui mordent la terre…
Et la séparent enfin
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(i google translated it)
Of the place where I am
They see sounds,
Which stretch out then abandon
To bite into the earth…
In the bed, late, we are there,
We start again everything,
I find it difficult to believe in it,
I see sounds…
I see sounds…
Which stretch out who stretch out…
I see sounds…
Which stretch out who stretch out…
And which bite the earth…
And separate it finally
