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"i am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger than reason. i am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. anything i can not transform into something marvelous, i let go. reality doesn't impress me. i only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ( Read more... )

it can't go on like that: waking up, eyes all red, messy hair and messy head. always much too early in the morning but sleep is overrated anyway. all around me empty bottles of wine and champagne, clothes, bags, shoes. senseless (cold) nights and boring people. messy messy messy everything.
distraction is always wrong and always right.


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home is where your heart is
vs.
home, sweet home.

the second one sounds cynical, ironic. it doesn't taste sweet, it tastes bitter. you didn't choose it but it's your home anyway. 
but where is the home my heart belongs to? i can collect pieces of my heart in many lovely places but it doesn't fit fully anywhere. is there such a place where it does ( Read more... )

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"have you ever thought about what protects our hearts?
just a cage of rib bones and other various parts.
so it's fairly simple to cut right through the mess.
and to stop the muscle that makes us confess.

we are so fragile,
and our cracking bones make noise,
and we are just,
breakable, breakable, breakable, girls and boys. (...)"

(ingrid michaelson)


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...we make our journey like pirates searching for a mysterious treasure of which we know it must be buried somewhere on the furthest island we can only find after sailing through all oceans. 
we defeat the most fearsome creatures living under the sea, we command our ship through the most gigantic storms. we pause in sleazy taverns and drink ( Read more... )