A fire burned in the fireplace
Warming my cold hands
Safe and cozy
Or so I thought
What a lie that was
no, the world isn’t a happy place
but that isn’t an excuse to act indecently
that isn’t an excuse to be an arse
laughter ringing out across the court yard don’t let people laugh at you laugh with them don’t be afraid to laugh at yourself laugh it makes the embarrassment, the hurt, go away laughter is an escape forget your woes even if it’s only for a brief moment laughter is a beam of sunlight on a [...]
There is no rules in art. You create what you want, something that looks beautiful to you. Something that expresses your hopes and dreams. Something that conveys your message. Art isn’t something that can be taught. Art is interpreted differently by everyone. It doesn’t matter if others like you art, as long as you’re happy [...]
Of the world.
Take a breath.
And then go back to sleep.
Radical dreamers. Change. Extremes are undesirable. You want to achieve a balance. You cannot achieve a balance without resorting to extremes. Paradox. Hypocrisy.
The future is bleak.
Life has lost its shine.
Spring means pollen.
Pollen means allergies.
Allergies means irritation.
Irritation means a very bad day.
I hate spring.
I wish I had conviction that things will be better this time. But deep down inside, I know that it won’t. It’s always like that. Every single time. I can’t help but be haunted by your words. “You’ll only hurt ten times worse than last time.” Because in the end, you’re right. History repeats itself. [...]
This world is a mystery.
A never-ending cycle of happiness that turns into pain.
Suppose that I loved you.
Suppose that miracles did happen.
Suppose that wishes came true.
Suppose that the world was a happy place.
Suppose that world peace was actually possible.
Suppose that everything that you suppose actually turned from a thought into an action.
Salt and pepper make life taste better. Like food. Sometimes life needs a little something to spruce it up. After all, one gets sick of the taste of plain ordinariness after awhile.
They say that everyone deserves a second chance. But what if he’s used up his second, third, and fourth chances? What if he’s hurt you so deeply, betrayed you so much, that it tore apart whatever was left of your friendship?
Everyone likes to, wants to be in control. Everyone wants to be able to control things; their feelings, others, etc. The world is centered around control. It’s not control that matters, but who’s in control.
She knew that this was their final goodbye. The wind blowing her hair into her face, she slowly turned around and whispered the words to the wind.
It’s painful when your so-called ”friends” forget you so easily.
An escape from the feelings of anger, hatred, desperation. A door that leads to a world of your making. A way out from everything you’re feeling.
The well-worn cards were laid out on the table in a dim room. The only light was from the moonlight streaming in from the window. A black haired figure sat at the desk, fingering the cards. Her intense green eyes glowed as she glimpsed into the future.
My father. What he cannot control, he destroys. I despise him.
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