my revenge to the world will be like a bunch of flowers- artistic and witchy. i planned my stupid life in a book called Nothing, and nothing is in it. i am ate inside by endless sadness. i just want to put my black lipstick on and crown of roses and strikes and lye in the grass with sunshine in mind. not very much. but impossible.
if i solve the horrible crime or paint great composition, i believe in myself like in talented person. but i can't do something gorgeous, only dream about it. have you ever thought who are you and what are you doing here, on Earth? if no, you are happy person with no heavy responsible ideas of death and future. without progress I feel so lazy and nothing can be done by my apathy, so I write here, in my unpopular blog, with fancy teen emotions, light and crystalline revelations and bees in my anxious head. when I write, you understand, I turn to places of my heart like India, Paris, jungle or Marc Jacobs' fashion show, for example. feelings, boiling in me, flow down this words and sentences. I feel comfortable in my own little world where nothing can go wrong.
if i solve the horrible crime or paint great composition, i believe in myself like in talented person. but i can't do something gorgeous, only dream about it. have you ever thought who are you and what are you doing here, on Earth? if no, you are happy person with no heavy responsible ideas of death and future. without progress I feel so lazy and nothing can be done by my apathy, so I write here, in my unpopular blog, with fancy teen emotions, light and crystalline revelations and bees in my anxious head. when I write, you understand, I turn to places of my heart like India, Paris, jungle or Marc Jacobs' fashion show, for example. feelings, boiling in me, flow down this words and sentences. I feel comfortable in my own little world where nothing can go wrong.
just think- we all will die. is it good or bad, I don't know. just think about this terrible (or invisible?) thing- death. I feel sweet sugar aftertaste when I thin about it,- good girls go to the heaven, don't they?
Wow. You are such an excellent writer. Everything in here sounds so philosophical and magical. I sometimes feel like my life is pointless and think what would happen if I disappeared. Sometimes even the Internet cannot fix my sadness. I wish I had've seen your blog a few days ago, it would've made me smile:)
ReplyDeleteAwesome photos, I love the one with the UFO and Statue of Liberty!!
Carla
I am happy to see your opinion on my blog. I am sorry if I do grammar mistakes here ( i'm Russian thirteen year girl, so I don't know English very well). :)))
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