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Blog Chaotique depuis janvier 2003  Le hasard n'appartient pas à ce monde, tout n'est que fatalité. Le fait que vous vous soyez connecté était inéluctable. Je cite : I'm really kind and gentle. Things get mixed up all the time. I see a person I would like to be very close to (everybody) then I think it would just be the same as before and they don't give a shit for me. Then I say something nasty or nothing at all and walk away. The poor person doesn't realize that I have decided I don't like him. What's wrong with people ? - James B. Dean (1954) | ||
| Archives : N'oubliez jamais II Beyonce - Gnaaaaaaaa gloioioioire 12/06/06 - 15:45 C'est pas méchant, c'est roguien ! — yomot (Que voulez-vous, on ne s'habille pas impunément en noir sans finir par récolter un adjectif !) 12/06/06 - 16:44 ça c'est une crise de roganite aiguë ! — yomot    Why has no one ever loved me?  I rise into the moonlight white and watch the mirror stare Pale fish looks back at me Pale fish that will never swim My skin is milk for no man to drink My thighs unused unclenched This body is not ready yet But dirt waits for no woman and coins will buy no time I hear the chatter of the bugs It's they alone will feast   Trees crackle, sunshine blares And children laugh like death Their sharp happiness is a knife to me One jealous snake on a window sill They will be here, trees and sun And children with canes and pruney skin When I am but a memory A laugh in the trees of time I sit atone and try to love them I sit alone, a snake I sit alone and try to love them I sit alone and laugh Mutation: it is the key to our evolution. There's only so much rejection I can take. So, I'll do my best, but don't be surprised if one of these days you wake up and I'm not here. Le pouvoir des mots. La seule entrave qui est le propre de l'homme, ce sont les mots. Il faut se méfier. Les mots sont dangereux. Dès qu'ils sortent de la bouche, on ne peut plus les reprendre. On ne peut pas faire comme si on n'avait rien dit. Les hommes s'enferment dans les mots sans réaliser qu'ils se laissent enchaîner. Les mots sont vivants. Et parfois, les mots scellent le destin. I'm a homicidal maniac, they look just like everyone else. We fill the silence with our own insecurities. The opposite of love isn't hate, it's indifference. And if you hate me, that means you still care, and we're still connected. I expect nothing, and I'm still let down. your breath is still on my lips, your touch is on my fingertips your tears are still on my cheek, your voice still makes me weak gifts I will never give you, laughs I will never live with you words that will never be spoken the moment I lose you I didn't wanna love you, I didn't wanna go that deep I didn't want a dream come true just to lose it while I sleep every night I held you tight don't take him from me now every day I'd wake and say I've got to keep him one more day thank you, thank you for this day Hope is the best spice to bring out despair. He's right, Car. I am afraid. There's a part of me that wants to let him in but then I feel myself put this wall up and I don't understand why. Maybe that's what strikes me most about Kostas : that despite everything he's suffered he can still look at life in the most uncomplicated way. I've never known that kind of faith. It makes me so sad that people like Kostas and Bridget who have lost everything can still be open to love... while I, who have lost nothing, am not. It was one of those really great conversations when you're talking someone you're tight with so you think they're listening. And then you look up one day and they've split so you stop talking and you stop dreaming. Our memories make us what we are. We all want romance. Love. Tenderness. Passion. We want the adrenaline rush of the bad, and to still believe that good wins out over evil, that good people must be incapable of doing bad things. Which we all know is a load of junk. Good and bad often come wrapped in the same package, don't they? We just lean one direction or the other, depending on circumstances and personality. Sometimes good people do bad things, and more importantly, sometimes bad people will do good things. If it's humworthy, it's worthy. The key is to get to know people and trust them to be who they are. Instead, we trust people to be who we want them to be... and when they're not, we cry. The one is the person who sees you for the idiot you are, but they still want you in their life. That's the one. It's a creation, Joan. It's not a destruction. And that's what I want you to do. I want you to be creative. I want you to build things. Relationships, possibilities, connections. The capacity for self-sacrifice : The conscious ability to override evolution and self-preservation for a cause, a friend or a loved one. There are moments, when we all become someone else. Something other than what we are. It takes only a moment. A mistletoe can be deadly if you eat it. But a kiss can be even deadlier if you mean it. Keating said everyone took turns reading and I don't want to do that. Gosh, you really have a problem with that don't you? No, I don't have a problem. I just don't want to do it, OK. I just couldn't see someone throw her life away like that. Not again. She didn't... she didn't kill herself. Some people do it all at once. And some people do it a little bit every day. I loved her. I know. And I don’t know why that doesn’t matter. For the well organized mind, Death is nothing but the next adventure. You have a purpose and a role to fill... most days I don't feel like that at all. My life happens very occasionally to suck beyond the telling of it. More than I can stand sometimes. And not just me. Every single person down there is ignoring your pain because they're way too busy with their own. The beautiful ones, the popular ones, the guys that pick on you... everyone. If you could hear what they're feeling -- the confusion, the loneliness... It looks quiet down there. It's not. It's deafening.  | |
