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I am an artist please god forgive me I am an artist please don't revere me I am an artist please don't respect me I am an artist feel free to correct me.
What if this isn't a fairy tale. and the boy doesn't get the girl and it's not all fine in the end and we don't get that many hours to spend in the sun. What happens then?.
"Relationships are messy, people get hurt.".
I wish there was a word for the feeling you get when you find out a bad secret and suddenly everything else in the past clicks together and makes it hurt even more. I don't want it to hurt anymore..
The strongest emotion I have ever felt is jealousy. It's dirty and powerful and has the potential to turn powerful business men into stalkers and to cause teens to throw up.
Can we have a duvet day.
What is love. It is not sex. It is not how much you know about one another, nor is it how many times you've traced your fingers along the freckles on their arms.
"Ultimately philosophy is about thinking for oneself, and making choices, and seeking to live according to them, with the aim of achieving something good.
The trees so harsh, with their incessant reminders, of how time passes and how it doth spite us Their beauty divine, a natural clock, as the seasons tick by, time's ticking.. tick..
I am a spoilt child of the Great Imperialist State, I cannot kill my meat nor grow the food upon my plate, I have never walked a mile to the well.
We write for love,. Write for release,. Write for passion,. Write for peace,. Write for hunger,. Write for direction,. Write for anger,. Write for redemption,. Write for lust,.
Reduce, re-use, recycle, We hear it all the time, Though has anybody ever thought to give it piece of mind.
You're the word in the dictionary that I can't spell, can't describe, can't put in a sentence but use all the time..
Velvet eyes to match a velvet voice, always the mystery I wanted to solve, an enigma, a story I wanted to finish..
That night, our last night, your face glowed red with the fireworks and you held me close as we fought our sparklers like lightsabres and you kissed me in the moonlight, you smelled of cherry and...
Hear the chilling pierce of a child's scream in the streets below. Hear the muted commotion as they steal the narcotics you swore to forgo.
How does one live the good life when all they know is rain. How does one stay positive when their neighbours harbour pain.
We are as old as the universe, for we are made of its stardust..