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fahrenchizeta · 2 months
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I really wish I was brave. I really wish I could feel for the first time, as deep and exciting as when I was a child. I think that's a dangerous craving, the world was wider. the fears felt more real.
Silence came with experience.
Wisdom takes down the volume. I want to enjoy life again. I would stop the hiding.
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fahrenchizeta · 2 months
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fahrenchizeta · 3 months
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Canadian model Jill Billinsgsley for Renato Dirrezi photography.
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fahrenchizeta · 3 months
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fahrenchizeta · 3 months
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I really do miss that era. That early decade.
I guess I felt secure, xpecting the best of the future.
Places online seemed genuine and joyful.
The same art we do with college, we managed to translate it to digital.
I remember the first personal blog I read. It was marvelous.
The sound of the music was daring. Tempting. Almost futuristic.
Never have we all imagined it could turn out like this.
The moment of quick fame.
It's useless. Almost boring.
If you had my love and I gave you all my trust would you confort me?
And call me baby.
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fahrenchizeta · 3 months
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fahrenchizeta · 3 months
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It always surges the fear of failing.
The feeling of failing creeps near.
I don't wanna be forgotten. But I can't seem to stay 'relevant'.
What does that mean anyways? To stay relevant?
We discovered the age of making one-self a priority.
We kinda suggested our generation to cut ties with toxic people.
'Toxic' as if they're corrosive. As if they're going to detroy us.
I just wanna take a walk in the night with some folks.
I just wanna feel included. As I do. As I do. As I imagine myself to do.
All I see is their so called achievements and dettach myself.
It really is annoying, to be selective. But is it too much to ask?
This society is not helping. This society is old-fashioned. Obsolete.
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fahrenchizeta · 4 months
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Para todos los que la estén pasando a solas, encerrados en nostalgia... un poco de luz.
A quienes quieren pero no tienen. A quienes duelen pero sonríen.
A quienes tienen pero no se sienten.
A todos ellos, que encuentren la paz.
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fahrenchizeta · 5 months
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fahrenchizeta · 5 months
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The quality of the lyrics are questionable. The beats are daring you to, and they might be swaying them hips a bit.
A late working girl makes an appearance... it starts to look hopeful. I forgot to do some chores. I don't wanna wait any longer.
You don't always look comfortable in those shoes.
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fahrenchizeta · 6 months
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Metabolic hyper sounds
For the better I thought I was never going to break free from existence, not since I met him, the guy next door; Dorian.
Each day it appeared that no matter what I did, where I went... he was always there, too much of a coincidence. And the universe does not do coincidence. Not regarding your whereabouts, boy.
I hate that you had so much power over me, without even knowing, maybe only realizing it the moment I laid eyes elsewhere... Maybe I don't walk the sideways alone.
Metabolic paraphernalia.
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fahrenchizeta · 7 months
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fahrenchizeta · 7 months
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You know, I'm really glad I gave the herb another chance. I feel familiar and well received. I feel welcome and ready to talk to anybody.
Now I'm imagining a white party it came as a daring thought. It reminds me when I felt free and comfortable in my own present.
I was a little bit scared that I was not going to be able to fulfill my important duty tomorrow you see, cannabis has been quite distracting. I forgot my USB battery charger, I thought it was all lost.
But never fret my dear friend F has it all simple; charge it with a rudimentary cable. At least rudimentary to me.
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fahrenchizeta · 8 months
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Since I can remember we all have been told about this 'tree of life' somewhere in the vast green field on this plane. To think that in a very specific move from the universe I was the one who could seek to connect beacause I was a child, hungry to know more about the world. At the time you're conscious about the fact that you don't know anything yet. To this day we have someone lecturing us the same folk tale. The same message as if its to impose a habit that we dislike yet we were here all gathered and paciently waiting for him to start preaching about morals.
I listened carefully to what the old man had to say about life itself, the first part of his speech. He wanted to let loose on someone, and we uncounsciously just let our minds roam, who are linked to a high speed connection with the mouth, so you speak out of line.
To a no point in this conversation I am trying to change my point of view for this fucker. He has a nice voice, this is why I can listen to a full one hour monologue without complaining, because I'm at peace with my truth. But I don't attach. I can try and see everything from a different perspective. I am not relentless.
So in a gentle way, I rebel. To nobody's unconfort. My aim is to mix and blend. To carefulle take a spin on some minds. To connect and follow time.
I'm holy I want you to know it.
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fahrenchizeta · 8 months
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fahrenchizeta · 8 months
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quick what is everyone doing right now
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fahrenchizeta · 8 months
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HOUSE OF ENID / CHROME / PRINTS AVAILABLE HERE
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