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amy's winehouse.
Clickable Photographs.
Ads for a non-drinking campaigne.
As if you did not figure that out by yourselves.
Anyhow.
domestic violence.
Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt on Domestic Violence by Steven Klein.
Time is fleeting
I do not remember where I saved this image from.
Just thought it was precious, so there you have it.
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I got this where my heart used to be.
I do not know where I lost my heart... or why. I do not even recall when.
All I know is that it is not where it should be.
"We would be good together."
"We would not. I would break your heart."
"I could break yours too."
"Nobody breaks my heart. And otherwise, why would I want that?"
I wonder if it feels lost. How it is doing on its own.
Is it torn apart, shattered, broken, trampled.. or even perfectly fine.
Maybe it is my fault. Maybe I let it go. Maybe I never had a heart.
Did anyone pick it up? Is someone holding it in their hands?
Is that someone you?
I wonder if anyone hocked it. That would be a blessing.
Finding your own heart in a retail store window.
Like meeting an old friend. Is it you? Is it really you?
Placing your right hand on the window,
remembering the times when you were unseperable.
But maybe the heart on a piedestal in a store window
is not the heart you used to know.
At times you were my dearest.
For making me feel.
Other times I wished death upon you.
For making me feel too much.
There is only ice now.
As chilly as a winter bath outdoors.
I do not know where I lost my heart... or why. I do not even recall when.
All I know is that it is not where it should be.
"We would be good together."
"We would not. I would break your heart."
"I could break yours too."
"Nobody breaks my heart. And otherwise, why would I want that?"
I wonder if it feels lost. How it is doing on its own.
Is it torn apart, shattered, broken, trampled.. or even perfectly fine.
Maybe it is my fault. Maybe I let it go. Maybe I never had a heart.
Did anyone pick it up? Is someone holding it in their hands?
Is that someone you?
I wonder if anyone hocked it. That would be a blessing.
Finding your own heart in a retail store window.
Like meeting an old friend. Is it you? Is it really you?
Placing your right hand on the window,
remembering the times when you were unseperable.
But maybe the heart on a piedestal in a store window
is not the heart you used to know.
At times you were my dearest.
For making me feel.
Other times I wished death upon you.
For making me feel too much.
There is only ice now.
As chilly as a winter bath outdoors.
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Clickable photographs.
Provocative ads, something I adore.
Today is a new day.
Like one of my friends said yesterday, which I have thought about a lot since.
"Have you ever thought about how, today is a new day? Today something is happening
that has never happened like it is happening today. It is something brand new."
Today, that makes me smile.
It is all about perspective.
I am bothered about a bunch of stuff this day.
I figured I am bothered with how humans constantly feel like they
have to know everything. So they can prepare for whatever comes.
Do not care. Do not care and you will not have to wonder.
You will not have to think, to act, to fuss, to fight.
Live in the now.
Do not care about the things that make people come together,
and at the same time pulls people apart.
Do like the animals do. Do not care and everything will be great.
Save yourself trom the anxiety of never being first to know.
Humans are fun.
The more we know the more horrible we feel.
And now when we 'know' so much, we feel the most miserable.
The whole humanity is fooled by biological tricks,
that keeps us moving forward and multiplying like mold.
The whole world is suffering, damn it.
Still I sit here typing words on my computer.
Still you sit there reading my useless thoughts.
Why do we not save ourselves?
Why do we keep birthing babies in to this hell for a world.
Are we too naive? To realize that we can not make it.
Are we fooling ourselves? I assume we are. (We must be?)
I think a human is born with every quality there is.
Even if some of them are known as sinful.
Friendly, rude, arrogant, stubborn, curious etc etc.
I do not think there are good people and bad people.
See, I believe that even the friendliest person can be ruthless at times.
And I think anyone could bring out the good and bad qualities in whoever.
Yet again, I guess it is all about perspective.
"Have you ever thought about how, today is a new day? Today something is happening
that has never happened like it is happening today. It is something brand new."
Today, that makes me smile.
It is all about perspective.
I am bothered about a bunch of stuff this day.
I figured I am bothered with how humans constantly feel like they
have to know everything. So they can prepare for whatever comes.
Do not care. Do not care and you will not have to wonder.
You will not have to think, to act, to fuss, to fight.
Live in the now.
Do not care about the things that make people come together,
and at the same time pulls people apart.
Do like the animals do. Do not care and everything will be great.
Save yourself trom the anxiety of never being first to know.
Humans are fun.
The more we know the more horrible we feel.
And now when we 'know' so much, we feel the most miserable.
The whole humanity is fooled by biological tricks,
that keeps us moving forward and multiplying like mold.
The whole world is suffering, damn it.
Still I sit here typing words on my computer.
Still you sit there reading my useless thoughts.
Why do we not save ourselves?
Why do we keep birthing babies in to this hell for a world.
Are we too naive? To realize that we can not make it.
Are we fooling ourselves? I assume we are. (We must be?)
I think a human is born with every quality there is.
Even if some of them are known as sinful.
Friendly, rude, arrogant, stubborn, curious etc etc.
I do not think there are good people and bad people.
See, I believe that even the friendliest person can be ruthless at times.
And I think anyone could bring out the good and bad qualities in whoever.
Yet again, I guess it is all about perspective.
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How stupid people can be, I find it amazing.
Christians.. go figure.
Christians.. go figure.
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By Steven Meisel.
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I know why I love you. I just do not know why I trust you any longer.
I have been biting my tongue all week. It is all so confusing to me.
I have been biting my tongue all week. It is all so confusing to me.
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I tend to bite my nails. Too often.
I am such a bookworm.
I do not trust in music. Or people who claim music to be their lives.
I can not identify a bastard until I like him too much to care.
People find me arrogant. I find that hilarious.
I legitimately try to be the nicest person I can be.
People do not know how great I am until they find out.
I will do whatever I want, if I want it enough.
Good people bring out the good in me. And vice versa.
Remembrance of things long past is not my thing. I tend to forgive (and forget).
You might think I am just little.
Fact is I am probably more than you could handle.
I feel stressed 95% of the time. Even when I am not doing anything.
I have gone through every style possible. I embrace change.
I prefer animals to people. (I am sorry).
Ice, I just love it.
It took me sixteen years to learn how to burp.
When I am on other people's computers,
I tend to write my passwords in the username boxes.
If I try to fix things they always turn worse.
I have never broken a bone in my body.
Sometimes it feels like my brain has lived a thousand lives before.
And like my skin holds a heart that quits and needs that buckle-in.
And lungs that can not breathe when they are alone.
Is this something that is not worth losing?
Ray Charles could not be more right, right now.
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I should have known better than to cave in to such fantasies.
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Sunshine lurking in from the outside of your window.
French rap sounding, slipping, falling into your ears.
How much I love being alone while multi-tasking.
Being 50% asleep and coax open your thoughts.
Watching South Park on the sly.
Ice cream and canned peaches.
I don't trust the people who love peanutbutter more than Nutella.
Someday I will rock the heels that you can not pronunce.
I ♥ Louboutin.
French rap sounding, slipping, falling into your ears.
How much I love being alone while multi-tasking.
Being 50% asleep and coax open your thoughts.
Watching South Park on the sly.
Ice cream and canned peaches.
I don't trust the people who love peanutbutter more than Nutella.
Someday I will rock the heels that you can not pronunce.
I ♥ Louboutin.
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Your twisted words.
Your help just hurts.
Disappointment #4: You are not who I thought you were.
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Your help just hurts.
Disappointment #4: You are not who I thought you were.
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You
are
gone
now
I guess I have an adams apple. Ch-chea.
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It is awkward how the people I used to be
friends with ends up hating me the most.
Hate keeps me great though.
I do not know why I always end up dismissing people,
who then later on turn their backs on me.
In some ways it is hilarious.
It is so overkill, I can not even stand hearing about it.
All the she said he said's just makes me fucking nauseous.
Just tell it to my face. It will get told anyhow.
Be the first one to let me know.
With friends like these, who needs enemies?
friends with ends up hating me the most.
Hate keeps me great though.
I do not know why I always end up dismissing people,
who then later on turn their backs on me.
In some ways it is hilarious.
It is so overkill, I can not even stand hearing about it.
All the she said he said's just makes me fucking nauseous.
Just tell it to my face. It will get told anyhow.
Be the first one to let me know.
With friends like these, who needs enemies?
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Now I know what I will spend my money on this Spring right...
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I miss your voice through my phone.
The way we laughed together at the silliest things.
How I could call you whenever about whatever.
And you would always be there.
It is funny how I do not miss you.
I just miss your voice through my phone.
The way we laughed together at the silliest things.
How I could call you whenever about whatever.
And you would always be there.
It is funny how I do not miss you.
I just miss your voice through my phone.
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You are more than you think.
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I want the man with the mightest touch, and the most shattered heart.
I would be all the glue in the world to put his broken pieces together.
The right Mr. Wrong.
That makes my heartbeats quicker and with eyes that provide the liqour.
The man who is casually late and dressed to kill at all times.
That man that everybody hates an awful lot, but does not have a reason to.
The man who loves like he loves me.
Who is more than a friend and less than a lover.
I would tell him I am bad news, I am just bad news.
He would tell me that he is trouble, that he is no good.
The one to unfold me and read me like an open book.
I want the player who would change the game for me.
Who could travel across the globe and always come back to me.
I would secretly be the air he breathes.
He would secretly be the last thing on my mind.
A fallen prince with a bow-tie tattoo who cries on the kitchen floor.
I just do not care for the simple ones..
And karma is a bitch.
Ena send me this picture, I have to admit.
I would be all the glue in the world to put his broken pieces together.
The right Mr. Wrong.
That makes my heartbeats quicker and with eyes that provide the liqour.
The man who is casually late and dressed to kill at all times.
That man that everybody hates an awful lot, but does not have a reason to.
The man who loves like he loves me.
Who is more than a friend and less than a lover.
I would tell him I am bad news, I am just bad news.
He would tell me that he is trouble, that he is no good.
The one to unfold me and read me like an open book.
I want the player who would change the game for me.
Who could travel across the globe and always come back to me.
I would secretly be the air he breathes.
He would secretly be the last thing on my mind.
A fallen prince with a bow-tie tattoo who cries on the kitchen floor.
I just do not care for the simple ones..
And karma is a bitch.
Ena send me this picture, I have to admit.
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The best part of him was you.
Crayons and a bullet.
Crayons and a bullet.
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I think this movie is exceptional.
Memory is dynamic. It's alive.
If some things are missing, memory fills the holes with things that never happened.
Waltz with Bashir.
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Spontanious buys is a sweet and sour thing.
I love my shoes but then again now my wallet is empty.
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How nothing fits like Mr. Carefree and Lady Blue.
And if she only knew, she is in love with a Bastard.
And if she only knew, she is sleeping with a Fool.
And if she only knew, she is in love with a Bastard.
And if she only knew, she is sleeping with a Fool.
