Do you think there's such a thing as a box of lost illusions , or a place to all the people we miss or lost in our lives ? A cemetery inside us all that we keep them in , cause why would we ever want to let them go . and what if there's nothing in it ?
Some people live in their own world , and sometimes you see someone trying to get in , other times (mostly), you see them trying to get out .
I don't think people understand that , although most of us just want someone that wants to see what's inside our walls . Most of the time , we are more afraid to let what's on the inside going outside . So precious in our unique way , we preserve and glorify our wondering wall .
" 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 .
" ... 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.
if anyone could actually feel , really feel what this is all about . people can google and get answer but that doesn't mean that just because they have the facts, they know (feel) how awful this is .
lately , i doubt anyone feels anything at all but themselves, but their painful lives . the most hard workers ,the most busiest . people are always like this these days .
i am sure they are and only they . life can be like this for others too but , why should anyone care .
well , i do .
not that this can change anything. or solve the world hunger ,or that i can actually stop the time of their lives , so many can get some resolved, conclusion ,or let them breath before another things strikes .
something might change in here , i need this change . to make it something , not to blame things or just be cursing it around . to take responsibility over , to take the charge .
to be blamed about .
i can do that .
i think i just found my answer .
and i can might just understand judas part in the bible after all .
not bad for a asian to comprehend .
to whom it may concern .
dA , this is nothing but conceptual . i can only hope for some respect . if you think this is a statue , if this is what you see . this is not an artistic site at all .
we were supposed to see beyond our eyes and to feel beyond them same . and to express over . In my culture , this is an expression form . it might be a statue for some , but it's a lot more . it's nothing but everything else actually. with all do respect .
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.