note to self: death by terrorist isnt so bad if terrorist sings.
goth girl: you have white girl problems.
white girl:like, what kind of problems would you have, freak?
goth girl: im running out of places to cut on my wrist, bitch.
other note to self: dinsouar sounds, porcupines fucking, and satan.
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Sunday, January 13, 2013
The feeling I have right now
Ive never had a dream. I have never longed for a sole purpose in life. Ive simply woken up and lived. Dreams define happiness, but not mine.
I always longed to be free.
freedom is interpertive, it isnt the clean cut dictionary definition. Its subjective. being free is to me the wings that spread and fly no matter what. there is nothing to stop those wings.
not a family, not responsibilities, friends, a life, nothing.
those wings fly high in the sky and see everything, they experience life differently. it isnt just about being adventrous, its about the feeling you gwt when you realise you are alive, youre living. wings represent that for me, the represent the feeling of being there, of existing, of there never being more then that one single moment. of the world bowing before you, of the sillyiness of daily lifes to dissapear in the clouds while you move without restriction.
guranteed, i dont know if i actually want to fly. im scared of heights, so being up there reallywouldny be that much of a pleasure.
when you do something you love, you wish it would never ends, even though it will. but the desperation of living the moment, of wanting to exist in your heart is when you realise you accomplished a small moment of life, which will somehow matter in the end.
it wont.
its not fair to sum up the value of something when in confrontation of death. obviously, everything seems to fade and pale in comparison. but this should be done. because in the end, do you want to die achieving something that you never really cared for?
I always longed to be free.
freedom is interpertive, it isnt the clean cut dictionary definition. Its subjective. being free is to me the wings that spread and fly no matter what. there is nothing to stop those wings.
not a family, not responsibilities, friends, a life, nothing.
those wings fly high in the sky and see everything, they experience life differently. it isnt just about being adventrous, its about the feeling you gwt when you realise you are alive, youre living. wings represent that for me, the represent the feeling of being there, of existing, of there never being more then that one single moment. of the world bowing before you, of the sillyiness of daily lifes to dissapear in the clouds while you move without restriction.
guranteed, i dont know if i actually want to fly. im scared of heights, so being up there reallywouldny be that much of a pleasure.
when you do something you love, you wish it would never ends, even though it will. but the desperation of living the moment, of wanting to exist in your heart is when you realise you accomplished a small moment of life, which will somehow matter in the end.
it wont.
its not fair to sum up the value of something when in confrontation of death. obviously, everything seems to fade and pale in comparison. but this should be done. because in the end, do you want to die achieving something that you never really cared for?
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