Lay my head, under the water Lay my head, under the sea Excuse me sir, am I your daughter? Won't you take me back, take me back and see? There's not a time, for being younger And all my friends, are enemies And if I cried unto my mother No she wasn't there, she wasn't there for me
Don't let the water drag you down Broken lines, across my mirror Show my face, all red and bruised And though I screamed and I screamed, Well no one came running No I wasn't saved, I wasn't safe from you
Don't let the water drag you down Don't let me drown in the waves, I could be found, I could be what you had saved
Lay my head, under the water Aloud I pray, for calamities And when I wake from this dream, With chains all around me No, I've never been, I've never been free
No, I've never been, I've never been free I've never been free . . . I've never been free
" In the world beyond the tale we turn the page and close the book, and we resume our lives. A life that is, like any other, unlike any other "
Today i saw for the first time my favorite book on screen , "the perks of being a wallflower" . my eyes are hard dry from too much crying , my cheeks are hurting and i guess it's from too much smiling , i don't know how can someone make such a beautiful characters . I love you all . I hope someday in my life i can meet them , i hope i can have a friend like Charlie , meet people like them . i wish i can have the luck to share my life , and all the moments cause , right now , i feel infinite .
i want you to tell me about every person you've ever been in love with . tell me why you love them , then tell me why they loved you . tell me about a day in your life you didn't thought you'd live through. I wanna know the first time you've felt uncomfortable in your own skin . and if that day still haunt you beneath your bones . do you prefer to play in puddles of rain or bounce in the bellies of snow ? and if you were to built a snowman , would you rip two branches from a tree to built your snowman arms ? Or would you leave the snowman armless for the sake of being harmless to the tree ? And if you would , would you notice how much the tree weeps for you because your snowman has no arms to hug you everytime you kiss him on the cheek ? do you kiss your friends on the cheek ? Do you sleep beside them when they're sad, even if it makes your loves mad ? Do you think that anger is a sincere emotion or just the timid of a fragile heart trying to beat away it's pain ? I want you to tell me all the ways you've been unkind . Tell me all the ways you've been cruel .I wanna know how much of your life you spend just giving . And if you love yourself enough to also receive sometimes . I wanna know if you bleed sometimes through other people's wounds .
Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift.
- Mary Oliver, Thirst
Someone I loved gave it to me. The darkness was actually disillusionment, disappointment, and despair. The box was full of meanness, lies, and deceit. The first thing I did with this box was glorify it. I gave it pride of place in my emotional world. I let it consume my thoughts, my heart, and my mind. Every so often, when I was feeling at my most vulnerable, I opened it up and peered into the darkness, where I would wail and cry in despair, pitying myself for being dealt such a dark and horrible blow. Time passed, and I found myself opening the dark box less often.
Sometimes, I was just too busy with other things to spend the time I knew the darkness required. Other times, I simply didn’t have the energy to deal with all those dark emotions. Eventually, I was just bored with the dark box and it’s perpetual whining.
Then came the day that my thoughts drifted toward the darkness, and I realized the dark box was no longer there. For a few frenzied moments, my mind searched for it, but I simply could not conjure it up. A deep sigh of relief welled within me, and I knew the darkness was gone for good. In it’s place was a very quiet sense of understanding. peace, and forgiveness, a sensation that I had never before known, but one I wanted very much to store up and treasure. At one time or another, life will hand each one of us a box full of darkness. It’s important to keep that box around for a while – but not for too long. Buried deep inside this box is a wealth of insight, compassion, and self-awareness. When you dig deeply enough to reach this layer, you’ve found the real buried treasure – the true gift that’s hidden in the darkness.
" ... it was nice to be alone, a relief to stare dejectedly out the window at the sheeting rain and let just a few tears escape .When life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations... ... it’s not so unreasonable to grieve when it comes to an end...."
there is a place that i like to invite you all ,it will be my home from now on . this is a new artistic community called 500px . i am in here jyoujo on 500px.com
You don’t even have to introduce yourself if you don’t want to, i don’t need an a/s/l, we don’t have to do the “hey whats up” thing, you can just say “so at school yesterday this idiot said…” in my note box and I will gladly converse with you. Like seriously I will just talk to you like we’re best friends.
"it's my insecurities that make me watch other people in a way they're not even aware of themselves , And slowly, although never on the spot, I am becoming their signs of beauty. I see myself in the mirror day after day and even so it takes some time to realize who I’ve become."
how do we get here ?
there is a place that i like to invite you all ,it will be my home from now on . this is a new artistic community called 500px . i am in here 500px.com/jyoujo
Once a dear friend of mine told me that there are three types of people: the Normal ones, the Made ones and the Born ones.
"You are something really different if you are a Born one because you are never going to stop thinking and looking for the... well, for the cause of the human mistake. On the other hand, if you are a Made one you are going to grow and search only during the time when you are with the person who "made you", who has to be a "Born" one.