Because.

I am not a materialist. Sure I got resolutions that are bound with materialistic stuff but never did such a resolution made me feel neither joy nor disappointment. Cause my dreams are people. Lately they only displease me but at least they make me feel something.
                                                                                                                     My dreams are people.

Just to get to know you

now tell me which one?

Between the number of times you thought of dying and the number of the times you thought of killing someone, which one is more?

Stop me

I wanted to learn everything, every possible route of expressing myself, every medium, every way but when I chose this passion as a profession I wanted attention, I wanted my art to be the best and I'm afraid that will bring me misery cause there is no such thing as the best art, not even good art exists. Oh, these endless roads I choose to walk.




                                                                                             But what a greedy heart that I've got there.

Corporation

indoors on a sunny day

• I like the way your heart beats.
• You do? Ask her to make a song together.

Cherry in my eye

_I like your cherries.
_Yeah, I can tell, you've got cherry in your eye.

And it's not like I don't like it

The place I leave proves to be pretty sick

Discussions with you have become an endurance game.



                                                   I wonder how long will you last . ..

Necrophilia is great

just to be an anti-conformist,
I put a romantic photo with a necrophilia post, how cool?

My sexual frustrations end up in dead people,

(from a random conversation in a random chat by a random person, yeah that's what you get if you wanna be random for once)

Rainbow glasses

I just saw a rainbow in my desk, weird things happen with London's weather

I'm not idle. I only reply when there's an interesting answer to say.

Many questions

The house stands in front of me gigantic. I don't wanna get in there, there's no one and I don't want to sleep alone, I can't sleep alone anymore. How can I accept what I've become? Though I know well the things that are trivial and stupid, again it hurts. Everything hurts now. How come my mind can't control my heart?

How can I get over what I was and accept what I've become?

Spare me

I don't brake promises though

I am a liar.

Greedy

white corridor

I don't know what you need to be pleased any more. But what a greedy heart you've got there !

Arrival

that's my favourite bass player,
I'd very much wish I could tape her with my luggage so I could take her with me

Why everyone has luggage at the airport? Noone just gets there only holding his passport ready to leave and go wherever without nothing? Is this the sad age that will confirm romanticism's demise?


PS: The new beggining came way earlier than expected. You think you know the day everything will end and you'll start over again ? Well, don't be so sure.

A toast

blondie

Let's make a toast! From now on let's learn each others' news from the newspapers!

Herbal blood pills

present

And when you start something you love always make yourself think it will only last one day.
Unless you can handle the pain of suddenly losing it that is.

Greets from London.

NO goldfish!

Preparing for departure. I'm leaving. I ain't comin back.

Warning mail I received:
NO Pets are allowed in the accommodation. This also means NO Goldfish!

Hilarious people.
They propably made the poor kids fry their goldfish and eat them.