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I would love to call it magic this electricity between us. In the black void the monsters lurk.. we dip our toes in their dark river and taste their madness tonight. Once you've been fooled, I'll do things only liars would do in the night.

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In my loving heart there are as many thoughts about you as there are stars.


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👤 My MBTI type is ENFP!


When thoughts accumulate in the head for a long time, then at one moment a stage of silence sets in. This is the moment when the consciousness is so empty that there is only a through wind in the head. But you yourself are well aware that this is just an illusion of a tired brain that is no longer able to digest so much information.


Репост из: Alter Ego
The red means i love you.


Репост из: Alter Ego
And goodness you're bleeding, what a wonderful feeling. You're down and you're pleading, my head is just reeling.


Репост из: Alter Ego
Cause my insides are red and yours are too, and the red on my face is matching you.


I don't love you just for the sake of love, but because you give me peace of mind on days when I'm disappointed in myself.


Fucking on a behe with friends for the night is the best thing that can happen in my entire life


This is not a Disneyland where all dreams come true. This is a life where they throw tests at you, checking whether you will break or not. Your goal is not to break, to continue to live, because sooner or later there will be someone who will heal all your wounds.


They assumed they were becoming genuinely more sophisticated, so they continued to stand behind the hedge. And even repeatedly listening to the exhaustive voice of their Gods subsequently became a pitch God.


With ma love.


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Freedom burned in his eyes with scarlet tongues of flame, and the spirit of rebellion escaped from his consciousness like a hungry beast, as soon as the night veil covered the metropolis, which never slowed down its frantic pace, even in the most sacred time. He loved the night and the freedom it bestowed on his mysterious "I", getting out of a dozen familiar frameworks of pseudo-social laws of morality - with shackles fettering his hands in the daytime.

Night, giving colors of euphoria to the universe; Lights of lanterns illuminating metropolis routes; The roar of the engine, piercing capital chatter; A cool wind that kindles the flames of the demonic spirit in the chest; The faint taste of jack daniels on the tongue, drunk in the darkness of a boxing club after a busy race - that was what filled his nature with a thirst for the joy of earthly existence, which he felt only from dusk to dawn.


There are no such speeches in the romantic treatises of Midgard life that can fully clothe my feeling for you and convey my sacred desires in ornateness. Inexorability to be near you, touch your strands with your fingers, bury your face in them and, inhaling their sweet aroma, feel that your soul has found its place in this universe - next to you.


Puppets and masters of thought, the control of one mans torture another's sword. Spare me, spare me a drop of blood, and a loaded gun. The end we see the bones collide, or is it white lines with lies aside.


With the help of imagination, I can see and imagine those things, events or life that I want, but due to certain circumstances I don't have at the moment. It's comforting.


I was lost in my lines, in my hopes and dreams. Face and chest in bruises, and emptiness and decay in the eyes. The pain suddenly became pleasant to me, and I began to suffer more and more often.




Репост из: V-Znorth
For anyone who needs to hear it right now: he’s not going to find someone better than you. And no new girl is going to do the things you did for him, and he’ll realize that. Maybe not right away, but one day he’ll wake up at her apartment and there won’t be coffee waiting for him and he’ll realize how much you actually did for him, and for a brief second it’ll hurt him, right in his chest. And no matter how quickly he moves on, no one will know all the things you know about him. That’ll take years. And he won’t have the level of comfort he had with you and that’s noticeable. And at first, new things are exciting but that wears off and he’ll realize all the stories she doesn’t know and the years worth of inside jokes she wouldn’t understand and the tears she wasn’t there for and all of a sudden his new toy won’t seem so shiny. You aren’t replaceable and you aren’t expendable and you aren’t forgettable. People leave and they move on and sometimes it’s a mistake and sometimes they realize that. But sometimes it’s not and sometimes you both have separate happy endings.

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