
Fuck it up, come.
My love,
Each and me,
You’ve lost me,
You caused me
You taught me a million
Whip back
Walk me to,
Stupid fool
You wanna get boned
You wanna get stoned …
You wanna be the bastard of yourself
You wanna get burned
You wanna get turned
You wanna get fucked inside out
You wanna be ruled
You wanna be fooled
You wanna be a woman like a man like a woman like a man
A woman like a man like a man like a woman like a man, you like a man …
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=E7t-TSlyPKE
Damien Rice – Woman like a man
Ph : Mariska Karto

You know how they say you only hurt the ones you love? Well, it works both ways.
– Chuck Palahniuk – Fight Club
Ph : Laura Makabresku

I don’t want to die without any scars.
– Chuck Palahniuk – Fight Club

It’s only after we’ve lost everything
that we’re free to do anything.
– Chuck Palahniuk –

Nothing is static, everything is evolving, everything is falling apart.
– Chuck Palahniuk –
Ph : Rewinda Omar

I’m talking about you.
I think you’re “my person”
I’m not talking about soul mates.
It’s about what’s upsetting your life.
He doesn’t choose you and you don’t choose him.
He’s not looking for you and you’re not looking for him.
It just comes out of nowhere.
Like rain or fate.
Someone with whom time disappears.
It surprises you, it excites you
He leaves you breathless when he talks to you
Or he’ll take it away from you.
Of someone you recognize with surprise
In your thoughts, in your gestures and breaths.
I’m talking about someone who makes you think
Who understands you even when you shut up,
And that you love him without knowing why,
With that spontaneous love growing
Every day.
I’m talking about someone, but I recognize you.
In the silence of my thoughts
I find my soul reflected in yours,
Clear as in the mirror.
I’m talking about you.
My predestined person.
– Nora H. –
Words : via Metamorfosi-N.H.
Ph : Rewinda Omar

On Your Deep Hair
At perfume acres,
Scented sea and vagabond
To the blue and brown streams,
Like a ship awakening
In the morning wind,
My Dreaming Soul
For a distant sky …
To see you walking in cadence,
Beautiful abandon,
It looks like a dancing serpent
At the end of a Under the burden of your laziness …
I think I drink a bohemian wine,
Amer and winner,
A liquid sky that parses
Stars my heart!
– Charles Baudelaire – The Flowers of Evil

Hunger of choice is a painful luxury; hunger of necessity is terrifying torture.
– Mike Mullin –
