sleeping pills

“I like to see people reunited, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can't tell fast enough, the ears that aren't big enough, the eyes that can't take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone.”

Jonathan Safran Foer - Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

yandere

My lines are mine to own though they seem a bit blurred at times. I do that because i'm curios so i leave them at home sometimes in my little drawer next to a pair of penguin socks. I roam around freely into your world being amazed by all that you created. Seems like a little city all fashioned to work by itself and exactly in the middle i find you, all wrapped up in some glue trying to fix up the cracks of some house. You start explaining that it still needs finishing touches that is why you work all day long at it. We walk along the streets and you explain to me how naive i can be and how i should be done with my graceless heart. Cut it out and just restart. I can have all of this as well! I listen and i take notes. Well of course i would listen. Just look at all the amazing things you have surrounded yourself with. We laugh, we stare, we shut up and we lie. We're perfect like that. i like our fakeness cause i know it keeps us alive. People think that we're ugly but i somehow think that we're beautiful. I thank you for the tour and you graceously show me out.
As i reach back, i put my peguin socks on and redraw my lines. I leave a blank spot just in case you might come by but as i wake up in the morning you never do so i just close it back up again. Walk around and see you from afar pouring glue on new cracks. I smile and I think that maybe my lines would need some remodeling as well. You see me go along and think that you should buy more glue for tonight. Maybe tonight I'm going to actually hear your screams.

Later edit : movie marathons, blanky(z + purrito style), calimocho, icky bunk bed/ awesome double bed, icky morning liiiiight, laughter, geekiness, awckwardness, fighting on stupid things, spam on fb, too many documentaries, black, plans to destroy the world/take over it, pancake day is everyday, stolen glances make perfect carpet burns, mirror in behaviour, lotr - rampage in reading, hp, messed up (make up, life), lazy days, ignoring, too much or too little, never enough, damned if we do and damned if we don't, playing with our ghouls, tiaras.
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Being with her I feel a pain, like a frozen knife stuck in my chest. An awful pain, but the funny thing is I'm thankful for it. It's like that frozen pain and my very existence are one.
The pain is an anchor, mooring me here.

intrigue

your smell is blue. i can feel it all over my skin so i take the grater and peel it from within.

i reach my bones and just to see the burns caused by your touch. i remember grievously your clutch.

these scratches can tell the longest story that brings shivers down my spine with every second back in time

and when the clock goes faster by the night, my life is my life still by fright

because suns go down and up again and my fear from you begins to stain.

i feed on such levity and do think that it suits me well. and then i smile and remember the color of your smell.

humanitarian intervention

-You can't fool me. You've gotta free yourself of this burden. Realease it. Let it all hang out.

-My mother was a frigid bitch. My father was an abusive drunk. They had a hateful marriage, which is probably why I am unwilling or unable to form a committed long-term relationship of my own. The fact that I drink like a fish, abuse drugs, and have more or less redefined promiscuity doesn't help, much. As a result, I've lost the two people in my life that mean most to me.

-There. Don't you feel better?

-No. But i'm sure you do.

black mambo

spilled coffee

I love how people focus on wars against crime, wars against drugs, wars against poverty etc . Why don't you focus on promoting peace, healthy living styles and social welfare programs? I do agree that you have to understand the key issue at hand primarily but most of the time it just stops there and it's a continuous vicious cycle that just puts the accent only on that specific thing not its solving.
Saying 'Romania is a shitty country', as most Romanians do, doesn't change it. Actually, it's you that's being shitty by saying that. Next time don't judge the lady at the counter 'cause she took far too long. Maybe you would've done it in twice that time.

I'm not promoting a new text version of kumbaya. I'm just saying this: remember that shitty world that you hate so much? Eh, you're part of it too.
It's so easy to stay on the bars and judge. People like to consider themselves innocent bystanders in this cruel, cruel world. Some people actually suffer in this world but are more prone in finding a solution to that suffering then the people that aren't. You take your rights for granted while for example in Indonesia women are beaten/+ raped to death by their own husbands 'cause they feel like it.
Be grateful for what you have, be aware of the problems in the world/your country and be active in finding and promoting solutions.

braɪtən

geeky paradise. 99p store. lack of good cheese. overdose of chocolate milk. tons of books. two broken bags. pretty umbrella. annoying adds on youtube. the smell in the law section. too much italian coffee. indian food. romanian pickles. cheap speakers. trololo. lack of sleep. free before 9. 2 4 1 drinks. sweet chilli sauce addiction. extremely nice neighbours. creepy attic. day savers. too many coins. getting lost. charity shops. inbox full. missed calls. ugly beach. pretty channel. eating bday cake on the street. jack skiellington. laughter without reason. lack of cuba libre. bad wine. shandy. seaching for one clean glass ( never finding it). pretty painted mirror. skull goblet. primark. finally online banking. skype. group messages on fb used as chatting rooms(celebrated 1000 - we should be studied). mom using ym (sweetest). free minutes. pretty living room collage. on switch! fire alarms. O. muddy paw prints. signalongs. stupid smile.

poveste

A fost odata ca niciodata un nene caruia ii vom zice Boston fara 5. Eh, acest Boston fara 5 a scris el mai de mult o carte ‘Adunarea Digitala si Maiastra a Adunarii ‘ de care tot regatul Parasutist asculta. Dupa multi ani de pace in domnie, cu micile scapari, ba la crasma ,ba la sindrofie, a venit potopul. Prea maretul Boston fara 5 si Mucia Boda au fugit in lume cu pamfletul plin de legi. Tot regatul era disperat. Poporul protesta, haosul se instala iara vinul in pahar ramanea. Pe alocuri se auzeau tipete de disperare, foamea de note muzicale devenise si mai apriga pana cand Bad Cel cu Mana de Fier si Barba de Plastelina a preluat controlul. ‘Spalacita va fi noul meu consilier. Ea va asculta cererile poporului in timp ce va ofta si isi va vocifera necazul propriu’ Si asa a ramas.

Spalacita a decis sa isi ia ajutoare, caci pana la urma cat sa oftezi de la 12 pana la 14, ca te mai ia si plictiseala. Lucrurile incepusera sa mearga din rau in mai rau. In lipsa de orice lege, cozile la consiliere deveneau interminabile asa ca unul din consilieri care avea doi poli ce se intalneau simultan nu a mai rezistat, si-a luat boceluta si-a plecat. Spalacita zgarcita din fire n-a mai vrut un ajutor. ‘Unu e mai bun ca doi mai mereu. Si asa sa fie’. Iara saracul ajutor ramas nici nu stia dialectul parasutist bine. Era mic si el ,speriat din cale afara ,astfel incat cand veneau fel de fel de straini sa ceara ajutor, zicea mereu ‘Nem tudom.'

Batranii ,care traisera inainte in Regatul Parasutist, stiau ca deh asa ie in politichie. Incet, incet se obisnuisera cu taramul fabulos al orelor pierdute aiurea si al dialectelor neintelese cu iz intelectual si se mai mandreau la bautura ca au ajuns oameni instruiti in de-ale nimicului. Era totusi ceva ! Dar acum nici toata posirca din regat nu mai spala rusinea. Pana in ziua de azi, taramul minunat exista. E mic, dar are cafia, e plin de oameni, dar oameni sunt abia. La poarta iti lasi judecata si simtirea caci de nu, strambele si depravarea sigur ti le vor fura.