I fail to what we had
Not wanting us to go back
nice-looking ripped presence
Gloomy puppet with her controllable player
Images glancing to find her ways out
an Irresistible love with doubts
Everything going upstairs to the unknown being
Refusing to believe what was unseeing
When we first met emotions isolation
At a corner alongside expectations
we told each other we never find a closure
At the beginning, it was a lovely explosion
Is it me or you who roll that lighter dice
Earliest treads when we faced the eyes
Beautifully either cruel stabbing to my heart
Is it my mistake or yours, my love
Devout rain was frequently hitting extremely
Recognizing rainbows will arrive at the scene
Even so, I’m here gratefully dancing
like a butterfly peacefully landing
Forever and ever be remembered
Who wrote so many phrases
Back to the sadness of December
Vogue US, September 1990.
Ph. Arthur Elgort
“A lot of people tell me I’m a bit dreamy. But I like the idea of that. Of being somewhere else.”
— Alex Turner
“You don’t need to explain yourself to other people, and you don’t need an excuse for being yourself.”
— Unknown
bpd love is on a whole other level. intense as fuck. we love with every fiber of our being. we give our souls to strangers. we empty our heart out to help others. we pour from a cup that's empty. we always have more to give. it's why we're so easily taken advantage of
“Listen to me: If we are truly meant to be, then we will find our way back to each other. It’s as simple as that.”
— Dawson’s Creek
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@el-huddpudd for your poetry tag 💜
opalescence
“My life is made up of ‘I’m sorry’. I feel like I have to apologize to people, to things, to life itself. It’s like, ‘I’m sorry to be here’. I don’t want to disturb anyone.”
— Yohji Yamamoto
“To make a difference in someone’s life You don’t have to be brilliant, rich, beautiful or perfect. You just have to care.”
— Unknown