(eu am vrut sa te scot la o plimbare serala, si ca un om cu adevarat descurcaret, am construit un drum si am inventat doua biciclete). I thought we were going to be able to talk about the fine line between us and time, about the fact that your lips are filled with soft clouds or about the days speeding by us, yet we feel frozen in the universe when we are together. but instead we spoke with our bodies and our joints and the curves of our parts inbetween my empty spaces you (should have) filled in.
“you only lose what you cling to”. a fi repetat pina se intelege pe deplin.
unii cauta si gasesc, altii au cautat atit de mult incit acum doar asteapta. unii cer si li se da, iar altii demult nu mai cer nimic de la nimeni; pentru ca nu vor, sau pentru ca nu mai au ce. I’m that girl who cries on public transport, jesus fucking christ.
iubirea nu-i usoara, in special iubirea de sine, asa ca eu continui sa alerg pina cad. a inlocui emotiile cu durere fizica poate fi, de cele mai dese ori, remediul optim pentru orice заиоб sau lupta interioara neterminata.