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No existe el “soy sólo una persona”, porque somos millones. 

Es tiempo de que pensemos en qué puede hacer uno, 

y qué es lo que vas a hacer.

Extracto de :  D.C

ebria

i'm drunk and thats it

3:24

Porquoi est-ce que je commence a penser sur tout 

quand il n'ya pas plus temp pour penser?

Je suis une vagabonde de mots

Je suis une vagabonde des mots

Qui joue avec leurs sens et leurs places

Pour les mettre sur mes maux

Afin de pouvoir briser la glace

Entre mes sensations délicates et ma peau.

Je me balade sur de simples poèmes

En vous confiant tous mes sentiments

Qui sont faits d'amour ou de haine.

J'exprime mon ressenti à tout moment

Et je pense que ce peut etre une embleme.

Des mots collés bout à bout

Formant peu à peu des lignes

Ou des bouts collés mot à mot 

Qui ne font qu'écrire mes abîmes

Mouillant de larmes mes deux joues.

Vagabonde ou plutot S.D.F. de mots

Qui ne sait pas comment s'en servir

Afin que naissent des poemes plus joyeux.

Je ne sais plus comment tout retranscrire

A travers des mots qui ne savent qu'être maux.

Gothikno

FY

Fuck you!
Fuck the country

and the cities

Fuck everyone

who thinks their past is behind

Fuck you D

you just disappeared

Fuck My chemical romance

for making me get emotional

Fuck you abortion

you shouldn't be an option

Fuck you AAU

you accept everyone, even people who don't belong there

Fuck YouTube 

I know I love you, but still FUCK YOU

Fuck San Francisco

your hills make me want to puke

Fuck inner desires

you just make me create an illusion of a better future

and give me the strength to be here

Fuck being here

seriously, fuck being here

and fuck being anywhere else 

Fuck you red jeans

I don't have anything that matches you so far

and don't feel like finding anything that will

Fuck Miana 

you gave me one of the worst feelings

Fuck you mind 

for always wanting to go back 

and never knowing when you will give up to the temptation of doing so

Fuck you insanity 

Fuck my first schnauzer

you got killed

Fuck that I love art so much

Fuck people who think they are better than others

that includes some I may know

Fuck being so fucking lonely

and sounding so damn stupid when I think about it

Fuck missing people

Fuck music genres

you just create fights between people who think one genre is better than the other

Fuck aim, msn and any other IM 

Fuck my dreams 

Fuck everyone's dreams

you just make us live on the hope of accomplishing them

Fuck diet pills

and people who buy them

Fuck TV

the crap they show is getting worse

Fuckitty fuck fuck my blog

Fuck smoking

because now I wonder how my lungs look like

Fuck when you think your poem is good

and it's NOT

Fuck being sad

Fuck confusion

Fuck not knowing how to end this 

and fuck ending so predictably

Fuck me. 

Credits for the Idea to: twilight-stray

::: EOTS

We are always running for the thrill of it thrill of it

Always pushing up the hill searching for the thrill of it

On and on and on we are calling out and out again

Never looking down I’m just in awe of what’s in front of me

Is it real now

When two people become one

I can feel it

When two people become one

Thought I’d never see

The love you found in me

Now it’s changing all the time

Living in a rhythm where the minutes working overtime

soon

I am so sick of people 

I am so sick of everything here

I need a radical change