Forwarded from Abditoryπ€ (Venice)
A thing I heard Erik Menendez say is something that will live in my mind rent free. He said when asked "what is in front of you?"
He replied,"My past."
He replied,"My past."
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"αα΅ ααα α α΅α§α΅ α£ α α¨ααα α΅αα
α΅αα½ α΅αα½ α΅αα΅ α£ α αα αα α ααα’"
α΅αα½ α΅αα½ α΅αα΅ α£ α αα αα α ααα’"
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You leave fragments of yourself in everyone you meet just like trail of papers....that if in any way you don't find what you thought you would in the end.... tracing back will be possible.
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Is there even such a thing as "why?" to love? Since when has it even needed a reason or a carefully picked argument. The heart chooses and it does so without the consent of the owner.
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Anxiety is a beast....its the beast that always resides in the silence eating away your life....each of your experiences. It thinks for you. It talks for you. More than that it makes your decisions. And each of that decision takes you 3 steps back from where you initially were.
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