My love from a thousand miles
Of time of thousand hourglass
My love for a ghostly body
A dead body, giving life energies
.
A blurry scenes of movies
Was it filmed, was it merely imagined
A soft red puff of sweetness
Was it lips, was it merely cherries
.
The mind of forgetting and doubt
The search for truth for my sanity
Of was there a real you that i loved
Or another plot i just created

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Oh fuck
Yeah it sucks
On a heavy traffic stuck
So imma smokin crack
‘Til sky’s black
‘Til stars spark
‘Til universe moves as struck
Imma smokin crack
On this heavy traffic stuck
Dont be so shock
Yeah im smoking crack
So what the shit of fuck
Its my way of luck
Of keeping my track
And i’ll soon be back
Dont worry
‘Til i get out of this stuck
Im smokin crack

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ninadobrev:

Every. Single. Day.Go to bed with Fucking Gratitude … #appreciate #life
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One day when you wake up and not knowing how to cry anymore. You’ll search the world, your world, to look for the thing that makes the tears rushing down. ‘Cause that’s the only way to feel human.

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Will i see you

As an ecstacy i took

Or another pill

I dont give a sec to look

Devouring you

I won the world

Now you are nothing

Just unknown

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You are infinite, i mean

Everyone is

'Cause as long as we are alive

We can do infinite things

But, people just don’t realize

'Cause of fears

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I don’t know anything about destiny or our-life-is-written but i know you are something that’s close to it, ‘cause it feels so right of having to meet you, of talking to you and laughing with you.

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Dear I,

I want you to run and run and sweat ‘til you explode.

I want you to be hungry of success and dreams and fun.

I want you to drink green tea at night, feel the hotnss down to your esophagus

I want you to knock, to ask, to laugh so hard

I want you to be expressive, blunt and candid and be you

Just you.

I want you to be alive

You are alive

You are a walking electrocuted battery

You are a bomb waiting for its launch

You are a silent flower that has vibrant colors

You are something, and then I know you’re worth something

So be of something I know you are.

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When you won’t risk

Then, there’s no bliss

If you would stare

So gone with the air

And you wont come out?

Much for self doubt

The you’re not worthy of love

So less than a black dove

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I hold to the men

Only for the sex

For all the watery nights

I wake up on different beds

My life is on waste line

A slut of seventy men

You think I’m happy for sex?

It’s my facade, didn’t you get?

That I’m no bold for a human

A reduplication, a substitution

To toss, to be trampled and so on

I’m a disposable rue

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One day, whether you
are 14,
28 
or 65

you will stumble upon
someone who will start
a fire in you that cannot die.

However, the saddest,
most awful truth
you will ever come to find––

is they are not always
with whom we spend our lives. Beau Taplin, "The Awful Truth" {Hunting Season – 28 copies left} (via afadthatlastsforever)

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