" 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.
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 .
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
"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.
" you can live in this illusion you can choose to believe but what if everything around you isn't quite as it seems what if all the world you used to know is an elaborate dream?
in this place it seems like such a shame though it all looks different now, I know its still the same this thing is slowly taking me apart grey would be the color if I had a heart
you always were the one to show me how back then I couldn't do the things that I can do now everywhere I look you're all I see just a fading fucking reminder of who I used to be "
and this , may be the end . thank you for all the support , all the comments and the care . love you all . And for god's sake please watch The movie " last night " With keira knightley and may be for once you can see thata tis couldn't be done without amount time if writters coming to make the best lines there could be in a movie . Simple perfect ones . I love the dialoges in thr movie . I hoie you can ressemblence a little bit with a special moment in your life . Until then , stay open when i never know . A lightning could stike !