September 2010
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July 2010
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June 2010
4 posts
the saddest people I’ve ever met in life are the ones who don’t care deeply about anything at all.
Exalt beauty, inner beauty. In my petals I want to put sad feelings that my body can not leave, but can be transformed. Like my thorns that grow stronger every day, more incapable of being uprooted. I want to nurture the light, make me light. I nourish me just for me, I wash myself in the rain. Restore. Get drunk from these waters to disregard so many parasites, bugs and pests. When...
I have known terror dizzy spells finding out the secrets words won’t tell
now I know there’s much more dignity in defeat than in brightest victory goodbye earl
when a man is tired of london, he is tired of life
and I wonder… if everything could feel this real forever if anything could ever be this good again
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May 2010
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