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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.

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

" 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)

(via langleav)

(Source: kushandwizdom)

Once upon a time,

I saw a human

The truest of human I’ve ever known

With eyes that burst to flowers and bloods

With fears that chases and took away her freedom

With love as powerful and driven of enormous waves

Pained, wounded, fell, collapsed

She has to shout out of the veins on her neck

She has to find a way to get out of herself

Because she’s dangerous

Her emotions can kill her if she won’t run

So she run run run run

Then, she went down

Exhausted and weary

And when she rises, she’s cool

Relaxed, like the breezes from the whisper

Of a freezing voice

A hand she held, reborned her

Rejuvenates and quenches through

She have known love now

As the savior of any gravity pulling her down

Floats and floats

She would die with the sugar she embrace

She loves

Her story was more of the moving human than a running man

I am a heartless son of a bitch
Heartless here, means empty