Happenstance, or a more deeper reason?
I have no idea.
Thing is I discovered this place by accident(?!?!)
And a sudden 'Ding-Dong'! woke up my Little Neuron.
Thing is, I always needed a place to just save all of my gibberish, so that nobody could ever find them, and no matter what happens, thoughts will remain secretly protected.
I think of everything2 as my secret treasure chest.
I am the kid. The grown-up. The doll. The predator. The prey.
I am too old to be so young, too bitterly - sweet and too rottenly - attractive.
I wish I could wear a dress made of summer night sky, embeded with sparkling diamonds made of laughter. Mine.
When I was truly, honestly happy.
I keep myself in a dot inside your Y.
I don't like summer. It's so hot...Like boiling cauldrons pouring over the world.
I would have wished to borrow time. But I couldn't find any bank to grant me this.
I'm sorry for being a coward, sometimes.
I like the feeling whilst being held tight. Wounds are healing and vanishing, as if never carved. My soul's plastic surgeon...
"I am not what I seem. I am a constant riddle even to myself."(E.T.A. Hoffmann)
Never ever could I arrive on time. Tried punctuality, but failed successfully. Tardiness is my middle name.
I don't like myself, because, I strive to be perfect, eventhough I'm perfectly aware that it's just a concept. It doesn't exist.
I'm cofused from time to time, about too many silly things. I'm cofused, wether I think too much, or just reach no sense at all.
I need a kiss that wouldn't leave a concussion, a crush that's not crushing, a promise to let me go, so that I return to my rightful owner. Maybe I'm like a faithful dog, without a leash.
I should get some more sleep.
Written on a Sunday afternoon, after receiving a cap? ou pas cap?
one of my best friends told me once, while I was crying :
'Trying to laugh when you cry is much like a car screen-wiper on a heavy rain: it doesn't stop the drops from falling, but helps you see the road better'.
I could never live without books, my all-time delightful music picks, cigarettes, my special hot chocolate and my cat.
Nobody has ever seen me cry, except for my parents and my best friend.
I don't care about others' opinions, or how bad the world is; I like being a child trapped inside a woman's body.
If that's what makes me happy, I'll guard my innocence until the day I shall forever go to sleep.
I am eternally an optimist and willing to share.
Never been able to lie, for my face doesn't get along very well with my emotions.
I always take critics helpful for improving one's flaws.(but, hey! that doesn't mean that I don't get a little upset, like us all ;).
'Quantité de personnes ont ainsi une âme qui adore nager. On les appelle vulgairement des paresseux. Quand l’âme quitte le corps par le ventre pour nager, il se produit une telle libération de je ne sais quoi, c’est un abandon, une jouissance...' ( Henri Michaux )
"One may have a blazing heart in one's soul, end yet no one ever comes to sit by it." Vincent Van Gogh
"God can heal a broken heart, but He has to have all the pieces." (unknown)
'Vien dietro a me , e lascia dir le genti!'(Dante Aligheri)
"Ars est celare artem"(Ovid)
" God gave women beauty to infatuate men with it, but no brains whatsoever, for we must also love them."(Gabrielle 'Coco' Chanel)
"In private, a woman speaks aloud with the man who is of no emotional significance, she whispers next to the man she is enamored of, and stays quiet around the one who loves."(Otto von Bismarck)
"How many women must we possess in order to treasure the one we never had?"(Barbey d'Aurevilly)
"Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition! The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous." (V fot Vendetta)