C'est le temps que tu as perdu pour ta rose qui fait ta rose si importante.
Antoine de Saint Exupéry, Le petit prince. (via two-storytellers)
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Waves Crashing against the Diamond Beach, Iceland
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strawberries, cherrys & an angels kiss in spring
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Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
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Whenever people want you to do something they think is wrong, they say it's “reality.”
The Good Doctor
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I pick up on everybody's energy
Always used to feel like there was something wrong with me
When the world is overwhelming,
I need to breathe
'Cause I'm happy being a loner
Happy being a loner
I'm sick of it all,
I wanna give it up
But I'm on the edge
And I feel like everything's too much, too much...
Too much, too much...
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Aujourd’hui, j’aimerais mieux qu’le temps s’arrête
Ah, c’qui compte c’est pas l’arrivée, c’est la quête
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I will tell you the whole story of my life, and it is a life that truly began only on the day I met you. Before that, there was nothing but murky confusion into which my memory never dipped again, some kind of cellar full of dusty, cobwebbed, sombre objects and people.
Stefan Zweig, Letter from an Unknown Woman and Other Stories
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I was reading Slim Aarons and I got to thinking that I thought
Maybe I'd get less stressed if I was tested less like
All of these debutantes
Smiling for miles in pink dresses and high heels on white yachts
But I'm not
Baby, I'm not
No, I'm not
That, I'm not
I've been tearing around in my fucking nightgown
24/7 Sylvia Plath
Writing in blood on the walls
'Cause the ink in my pen don't work in my notepad
Don't ask if I'm happy, you know that I'm not
But, at best, I can say I'm not sad
'Cause hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
I had fifteen-year dances
Church basement romances, yeah, I've cried
Spilling my guts with the Bowery Bums
Is the only love I've ever known
Except for the stage, which I also call home, when I'm not
Servin' up God in a burnt coffee pot for the triad
Hello, it's the most famous woman you know on the iPad
Calling from beyond the grave, I just wanna say, "Hi, Dad"
I've been tearing up town in my fucking white gown
Like a goddamn near sociopath
Shaking my ass is the only thing that's
Got this black narcissist off my back
She couldn't care less, and I never cared more
So there's no more to say about that
Except hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman with my past
There's a new revolution, a loud evolution that I saw
Born of confusion and quiet collusion of which mostly I've known
A modern day woman with a weak constitution, 'cause I've got
Monsters still under my bed that I could never fight off
A gatekeeper carelessly dropping the keys on my nights off
I've been tearing around in my fucking nightgown
24/7 Sylvia Plath
Writing in blood on your walls
'Cause the ink in my pen don't look good in my pad
They write that I'm happy, they know that I'm not
But, at best, you can see I'm not sad
But hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
Hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have
But I have it
Yeah, I have it
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I hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast
I am alone at midnight
Been trying hard not to get into trouble, but I
I've got a war in my mind
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karengillan: It’s FASHION
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