The Proximity Effect
But when you're afar, it's like I suddenly forget what I really feel.
And all of it seems so distant, and I don't know if it's really real.
And all of it seems so distant, and I don't know if it's really real.
Fucking imbecil doctors.
I'm sick of being sick.
Oh you feel sick you say?
Have another pill,
it will make it go away.
Oh you feel sick you say?
Have another pill,
it will make it go away.
Take Aim
One last shot, with everything I've got.
If I never know, I'll never let it go.
Stupid Hormones
Because I fell in love with you,
and I don't know how to fall out of love with you.
Even though we're both acting like two retarted teens
with absolutely nothing to say to eachother.
and I don't know how to fall out of love with you.
Even though we're both acting like two retarted teens
with absolutely nothing to say to eachother.
Happiness?
"After all, what is happiness?
Love, they tell me. But love doesn’t bring and never has brought happiness.
On the contrary, its a constant state of anxiety, a battlefield; its sleepless nights, asking ourselves all the time if we’re doing the right thing. Real love is composed of ecstacy and agony.
Love, they tell me. But love doesn’t bring and never has brought happiness.
On the contrary, its a constant state of anxiety, a battlefield; its sleepless nights, asking ourselves all the time if we’re doing the right thing. Real love is composed of ecstacy and agony.
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I spent a lot of my life looking for happiness, now what i want is joy. Joy is like sex – it begins and ends. I want pleasure. I want to be contended, but happiness?
I no longer fall into that trap."
- Paulo Coelho
http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2013/03/08/joy-is-like-sex/
I no longer fall into that trap."
- Paulo Coelho
http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2013/03/08/joy-is-like-sex/
Teenage crime
On the back of a motorbike, with your arms outstreched trying to take flight. And listening to the song where they sing those lines with your cheap headphones squeezed in under the helmet. Going everywhere. Going nowhere. Just because you can. Just because you can't imagine doing anything else.
Or walking home 6am in the sunrise, still drunk, with your shoes dangling from your left hand. Maybe you kissed someone. And the birds are singing.
Those moments, when you feel as if you'd live forever.
Sometimes I think we forget to wear non matching socks, jump in bed and doodle in our textbooks.
I always want to be living. Not just staying alive.
Or walking home 6am in the sunrise, still drunk, with your shoes dangling from your left hand. Maybe you kissed someone. And the birds are singing.
Those moments, when you feel as if you'd live forever.
I always want to be living. Not just staying alive.
Hi, I'm manic-depressive, how are you?
Tonight I'm sad. Tonight I'm certainly sad.
For no certain reason.
It's not part of my identity. But it's still part of who I am.
I want people judge me for my actions, who I choose to be.
But sometimes, it's not a choice.
Nights like this I wish someone would just give me a fucking hug.
For no certain reason.
It's not part of my identity. But it's still part of who I am.
I want people judge me for my actions, who I choose to be.
But sometimes, it's not a choice.
Nights like this I wish someone would just give me a fucking hug.
