See you, livejournal. Maybe I'll start again, maybe not.

I have a lot to say. All I can say right now is that I don't want to be here.

NON, L’AMOUR N’EST PAS MORT (1926 ( Read more... )

When you told me one of those impersonal tales
I really fell for you. It really never fails
But what you gave me when you gave me nothing at all
Was just broken parts even broken in the folds

Cause when you told me that you loved me
I still thought you were the most beautiful girl
So if you told me, come hold me
I might just say OK

Je sens quelque choses dedans moi qui veut changer. Je suis un pierre, je suis une île. Je sens une autre phase d'Amilie qui s'approche. C'est bien, je trouve ça bien.

it's raining here ( Read more... )

I hate taking the 30 to Francheville from Bellecour because the buses are few and there's no bench but I love taking the 30 from Francheville to Bellecour. The trajet on the 26th of December started in the suburbs, and the city grew with each minute we clocked. I had a headache when we passed Branly because I was sitting in a seat facing the back ( Read more... )

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I am melting all over you. I can not stop thinking about how much I like you. Tes yeux, comme ton peau est super douce, comme apres tu me moque tu me baisse sur mon joue. Holding you close, feeling your muscles and bones and your weight, talking easily, understanding what you say. So many lovers have been written into my life. We were born an ocean ( Read more... )

am i:
fat or beautiful
smart or dumb
cynical or wise