I realized today that I’ve lost the ability to cope with emotions so I toke the effort away in my dope filled smoke.
Nothin I do makes the anger subside. All I can do is to hold back my firsts and hope to god I won’t cry
I want someone to take me I’ve skating on a real lake back home in Montana surrounded by the frosted trees and drowned white fields that never end, melting with the horizon. I want to go far away and never come back. Somewhere beautiful remote and filled with love. Santa that’s what I wanted for Christmas. Love and serenity.
sinousine asked: Meet in Red Square yes/no?
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“You say you love rain, but you open your umbrella. You say you love the sun, but you find a shadow spot. You say you love the wind, but you close the window. This is why I am afraid, you say you love me to. “ William Shakespeare
As a raver, I love this
A RAVER’S MANIFESTO (author unknown) Our emotional state of choice is Ecstasy. Our nourishment of choice is Love. Our addiction of choice is technology. Our religion of choice is music. Our currency of choice is knowledge. Our politics of choice is none. Our society of choice is utopian though we know it will never be. You may hate us. You may dismiss us. You may misunderstand us. You may be...