High

Love is the most beautiful feeling that can do the ugliest things with you.

to ...

I ask you to forgive me
For nights we've never spent
For blues I've asked from you

.

For

ways

I am

when so obnoxiously in love

Artists

-I have learned to be an Artist, he said. I have learned to be unique.
-You've done the bigger part, now you only have to learn how to be just like everybody else, to really be one.

The conversation did not go smoothly. She was looking at him, wondering, how much will he shrink throughout the years. And he couldn't help to count those few years she will manage to maintain her youth.
They both wanted to prove something. Something that would leave one big, fat period... no exlamation sign in the life of the other.

What do you live for? - He implied that her life was empty and her lack of ambission was pityful.


He will probably not understand until the death-bed that pityful, was his pretend for greatness, and a life he deprived of meaning.
She've read somewhere that the key to a great life was simple. It was a life-long friend, love, and meaningful work.

She siped her wine and faked a defeated smile.

Sheer illusion

The perfect crimes of the hearbroken...
Nobody is a better liar.
Nobody believes in thier lies so purely.

Unfortunate sadness of the sinking hearts.



She left the "deep blue" to write these words in her boring bedroom.

?

At what point does life becomes a maze full of lethaly deciving doors and crooked mirrors vs. an open field playground?




Is there anyone who could know you better then yourself, and what is good for you?

CREATION & DESTRUCTION go hand to hand

Get it?! GIFTED!

"Letters to a Young Poet"

... have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language.
Do not now look for the answers. They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them. It is a question of experiencing everything. At present you need to LIVE the question. Perhaps you will gradually, without even noticing it, find yourself ecperiencing the answer, some distant day.
-Rainer Maria Rilke

and, girl, keep your head up!

My LAST post guided by YOU

Picture it.

tell me you see the beauty in the deadly-ethereal pale skin, in the innocent-empty eyes, in the bleeding wrists.

There was life pulsing. In my brain. pump.pump.pump - it wont let me exist...you know..
..so I cut it.
My veins are bleedig . mushy squiky luiquid. disgusting, really.

I've heard the blood is the irreplacable source of life for some.

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If you ever been here before, watch this video. Please. :-) It's my first post not for myself. at least for the sake of the fact that some photos are from mm in it =}



there is this other beauty of seeing the first breath, or the pink color coming back to the pale cheeks. It also feels beatiful.
VIVLA LA VITA!
Viva DA LOVE!
:)




















i shall live...............the God said so.

nerve wracking fears

I feel like the only reason I have fears in the relationships is because I refuse to lie and to pretend. The most people just live playing roles switching their personalities on and off, loosing themselves in lies and self-invented characters...

..to bad Bergman died... he'd totally get it.. =)

dot dot dot

Poetry is untralatable that's why I wrote it in English.
I wrote it about me...for you.

:-)

Music

I don't believe in stereotypes. But I belive that the music defines you. Walks you through the day.
There is music that makes me depressed. There is music that makes me strong. There is music that makes me happy.

'nuff with the emo stuff.


Make love, not war. - is what I am trying to say. ...and of course, there is music for that as well.
Great album. I bet emos wouldn't "get" it.

announcement

For anyone who says that there is something I can't do:

Fuck you!






Hear me there, champs?

FUCK_YOU.

:)