I know I did anything I could to not feel; sex, drugs, booze. Just take away the pain. Take away my mother and my asshole father and the press and all the boys I loved who wouldn’t love me back.
I’ve been chanting this for a while now. It’s kind of a mantra whenever I feel there might be a heart to me. Whenever I feel that faint wing-flutter in my chest cavity, that is supposed to be empty. Nothing…no
I feel like I’ve known you for a thousand years. It’s so natural, I feel at ease when talking to you. I’m never hiding, always speaking my mind but with you I let the walls down because there’s no war
I had a date a few days ago. It was the most awesome date ever, and I rediscovered someone I loved so much but I somehow lost in the noise and, well, life altogether. But now we’re back. Nu-mi
Am in minte soundtrack-ul din Birdman. E tarziu si strazile incep sa para din ce in ce mai ciudate. Exista muzica, de fapt, ca sa fiu sincera, e o cacofonie de sunete care te asalteaza din toate partile. Muzica amestecata
Uneori incerc sa definesc anumite chestii si nu-mi iese. Nu din lipsa vocabularului sau a capacitatii de a forma fraze coerente ci pentru ca pur si simplu fuck it man, I have no friggin idea. But that’s alright. Am aceasta
Nu stiu care e momentul in care realizez asta, dar uneori e absolut coplesitor. Simt ca o sa-mi explodeze inima, pur si simplu. E absolut fantastic si ireal si in marea majoritatea a timpului se intampla cand ma uit la