via weheartit
Между краката ти има нещо мое
Оазис който ме примамва
С приятните си на вкус сокове
и красивата си натуралност .
Бих отпил от младостта ти
за да видиш реалността ми
с искрен блясък в очите ,
и със страст в устните .
Yet another poem about emptiness and how to see it in a new way.
[ 運命 . ]
"But when i die in peace,will i be remembered?
Will i be pushed away,when it's over?
Will i just be a ghost turned into dust from facing the enemy?
But i'm not gold..i'm not silver..i'm just destiny.
If i choose to fight,i choose to die.
If i choose to run,i choose to hide.
If i choose to lie,i choose the hate.
If i go away late,it'll never be the same.
I,Destiny,bring either victory or loss.
I choose to crawl every place on the Earth,without departing from my own path.
I choose to be what i came for.
I don't hesitate.
I don't wait.
I complete
what's incomplete.
I don't take breaks in the skies,i fly.
I am,i'll always be,reachable destiny."
-credits: me
“Love is life. And if you miss love, you miss live.”
— Leo Buscaglia
to be loved~victoria pettella
Empty bed reminding me the screams that fill my head,feels like a dream,but i can't let go of it's reality. The thread of it,slowly becomes thin. Hitting the point where i lost my voice,can't be capable of screaming anymore.
The sheets cover my insanity,there are my fears hiding,hugging me cause they don't want me to go outside in this repeating society.
With these emotions i became insane.