الشجاعة الأعظم هي أن لا تقلد الآخرين ، هي أن تعيش حياتك بخصوصيتها و استقلاليتها ، على قدر الإمكان و مهما كانت التكاليف . و حتى إذا ضاعت الحياة بين يديك ، في محاولاتك أن تحيا حياتك بخصوصيتها و استقلاليتها ، فإنها جديرة بهذا الضياع ،لأنها الطريقة التي تسمح بها لروحك أن تنبثق و تترعرع وتتفتح٠
“I realize I may not be the only one singing for you. I just hope my song is the sweetest in your ears…..”
“November, you were always a month of happiness, of warm colours and warm tea. You were a month of fireplaces and hot cocoa, marshmallows and blankets. You were November. You were unstoppable!
Tell me, what happened to you? You’ve barely started, and yet you’re already slipping away.
You were a haven, now you’re just a place to weather the storm.
You were perfect, you were delightfully warm.
Have you changed, or have I?”
Tell me, what happened to you? You’ve barely started, and yet you’re already slipping away.
You were a haven, now you’re just a place to weather the storm.
You were perfect, you were delightfully warm.
Have you changed, or have I?”
“سنستمع الى بعض الموسيقى ونحصي الرفاق والخسارات والنجوم وبعدها ننام”
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy?
If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?
If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?
Forwarded from It's. (S.)
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“Smoking reminded me of him, and when he convinced me to try just one cigarette as we waited in line to see Brand New. But then it reminded me of earlier this year, when he gave up on me, and I lost the only person that ever knew a real thing about me. I should listen to Brand New right now. I wonder if he still thinks I’m the prettiest girl he’s ever seen. If he saw me now he would probably say “I told you so”. I gave him the world and all he gave me was a smoking habit. For that reason I don’t think I could give up smoking, it was the only thing I had left of him. I couldn’t blame him. I couldn’t be mad I was too much for him when I was too much for myself even. When he gave up on me I gave up on myself too.”
Forwarded from مـجـرَّة؛ مَ
أخبرّني ما السبيل للهروب من دوامة الأفكار هذه؟ إنني أغرق رويدًا رويدًا، بلا أي قتال، بلا جدوى، كل شيءٍ يؤدي في النهاية الى الغرق، أن الأمر أشبه بأنني في محيطٍ واسع وعميق، وما يفصلني عن الإختناق، هي فقاعة رقيقة قد تندثر مع موّجات المياه في أي لحظة، إنني على مقرّبةٍ للإحتضار دائمًا.