THE BIG FIGHT

he doesn't want her but he just won't let her go she started breaking but she still won't let it show he doesn't want her but he just won't let her go..

a home

crème à la glace limonade sucrée, dis moi le nom de mon cavalier.

abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz. (we're into the numbers now : 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8.... HAHAHA <3)..

tu es plus qu'une partie de moi

tu es ma peau, mon coeur, ma vie, mon souffle, mes souffrances, mes joies, ma soeur, ma main, mon aide, mon ange.

irina

i've been waiting for you

and i'm such a stupid girl for doing that. argh. stupid stupid stupid stupid.

The Other Side of the Bridge

berry pink sky

le jour où je vais t'oublier, les fleurs vont cesser de fanner.



l'été arrive, et je le sens, enflé dans mon coeur, gros comme le soleil.

i could tell you how much i love vanilla lattes and dancing in the streets. sleeping at noon in spain and kissing boys that don't know me . However, none of this means anything. it doesnt explain me. nor does it describe me. it doesnt show who i am what i am how i am. what am i?i am a person that loves but does not believe in love. i have no eyes but i can see through anything. i have no feet but have wings that take me somewhere better. i believe that philosophy is brilliant yet useless. i believe that describing oneself isnt possible yet one can be described so easily in a few words its unsettling. i sometimes wish i had lived in the fifties and sixties and partied with velvet underground, edie, nico and andy... i am so many things all at once however, come to think of it, i am this tiny spec of a human on the face of the earth. i am really, trully, nothing .

je suis une contradiction, je suis la vérité tout comme je suis le mensonge. je suis un rêve. je suis rêveuse. je suis une imperfection dans toute sa perfection comme chacun l'est dans ce monde. dans ce monde où la beauté règne, dirige, vit et tue. où l'amour est oublié, si l'on raye l'amour de soi-même.. car celui-ci semble être toujours présent. cependant, j'aime, j'aime à n'en plus finir, à en arrêter de respirer, de vivre, de vouloir, de continuer. je vis dans une illusion perpétuelle, vivante, et de laquelle je ne peux m'échapper. qui m'attrappe, m'étouffe, m'encercle, me garde et m'éblouie. elle m'assassine. je ne vis pas dans la réalité. ce monde de richesse n'est pas la réalité.

i am born alone and i will die alone.
i want to be here for you always here for you but i cannot.
i can barely be. for we are all alone and we will always be alone.

tu dois vivre, laisse toi vivre, laisse toi apprendre, deviens qui tu es, ne te limite pas, ne te change pas mais aime toi tu as tant à aimer, aime toi.

i am running i'm escaping i am hoping i am flying im kissing your cocaine eyes goodnight. leaving your heart to die. leaving your life in pieces. i am dreaming i am holding on i want i need i have to be. i have to be. finally.i.have.to.be. i am doing this for me you cannot hate me i am doing this for me. let me run let me get free let me be free..finally. something for me. and finally, maybe, everything is fine;yeah, at last, everything will be just fine.

amour-manqué

tu me fais frissonner, gémir, pleurer, peur, mourir, aimer, oublier, danser, crier.

un amour d'été

l'amour, l'ivresse, les livres, les fleurs séchées, les mains, la peau, les champs, les concerts, les terrasses, le festival de jazz, les salons de blues, les chambres bleues, les chambres vertes, les collages, les journaux intimes, l'intimité, l'amitié, la musique, le tambourin, les joints, le feu, l'alcool, la jalousie, les piscines, les fenêtres ouvertes, les pieds nus, la folie, l'excès, l'abus, danser et danser et danser jusqu'à se perdre.

cha cha cha & merengue

you
she lives for the fun of it all
hides her lips with
the blackest of pinks
left her loneliness in her shoes
twirling in her yellow tainted dress
dizzy and drunk, dancing lights
entwine your stare in mine
weave your fingers in my hair
lose track of time
whispers of the past
hint of secret caught in the wind
sour sadness on her tongue
scent of truth in her perfume
drugged on pain, music
dyed her hair too many times
pasty skin and thick fake lashes
sees the end of the world in his eyes but
only reaches the highway downtown
makes up her problems to
escape the ones she has to face
stabs her heart : ink and scars
wishes to make it home
just one last time
to hear someone say
“honey, I love you, always.”

igloozzzzzz

Don't kiss lips you don't feel.

Heartbeats will not race.

Fingers will not enlace.

Love will not be created.

Feeling? I should try that sometime.

chouchou.

disappear in the sweet sweet gaze.

childhood
Quietly, she observed herself in the mirror. She looked at her nose, her eyes, her eyelashes, her ears, her chin. She looked at her cheeks. She looked at her forehead. I know every part of my face, every hair, every pore, every freckle, every pimple, every dimple, every smile and every tear, every blemish and every rash. Every scar.






"i do not believe in you", she said.









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public pervert.

Woah.
1. Interpol's new album is coming out; SOON
2. School is over done done done done done done done done done
3. I work in a shit-hole and my back hurts.
4. The new book i'm reading is amaaaaaazing.
5. i'm HUNGRYYY!!
6. and it's finally: SUMMER.