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diaboliccat:

The Wall (1982)

Let me tell you why youre here. Youre here because you know something. What you know you can’t explain, but you feel it. You’ve felt it your entire life…

Here’s what our parents never taught us:
You will stay up on your rooftop until sunlight
peels away the husk of the moon,
chainsmoking cigarettes and reading Baudelaire,
and you will learn that you only ever want to
fall in love with someone who will stay up to
watch the sun rise with you.
You will fall in love with train rides,
and sooner or later you will realize that nowhere
seems like home anymore.
A woman will kiss you and you’ll think her lips are two petals
rubbing against your mouth.
You will not tell anyone that you liked it.
It’s okay.
It is beautiful to love humans in a world
where love is a metaphor for lust.
You can leave if you want, with only your skin as a carry-on.
All you need is a twenty in your pocket and a bus ticket.
All you need is someone on the other end of the map,
thinking about the supple curves of your body,
to guide you to a home that stretches out for miles
and miles on end.
You will lie to everyone you love.
They will love you anyways.
One day you’ll wake up and realize that you are
too big for your own skin.
Molt.
Don’t be afraid.
Your body is a house where the shutters blow in and out
against the windowpane.
You are a hurricane-prone area.
The glass breaks often.
It’s okay. I promise that the breeze here is wonderful.
Shinji Moon; “Here’s What Our Parents Never Taught Us” 
Wierd dreams last night…
Seine Augen waren so tief wie Brunnen,man konnte darin so viele Empfindungen lesen. Anfangs bemerkte ich nicht das ich meine Gedanken aussprach. Langsam, mit Bedacht begann ich:
"Deine Augen sind gelbbraun, als hätte man die Dämmerung eines goldenen Herbsttages darin gefangen.  "…deine Iris, eingefasst in dünnem, schwarzem Rand. Viele kleine Lichter und Schatten durchziehen ihn, wie Bernsteine. Wenn der Abgrund deiner Pupillen sich weitet, verändert sich das gelbbraun, es wird dichter, dunkler. Ich sehe mein Spiegelbild in deinen Augen.”
I’m wondering why I have these words in my head,why I started to think back to the lost days I’ve spend with the love of my life.Focusing on all the hidden beauty in our pain,infront of my eyes there are images, dreams within this dream,of wolves, drangons and a girl trying its best.I remember those eyes. The real blue that I felt in love with,…not whats left now.Do you guys think thateyes are the mirror of a being’s soul?Let me know.

Wierd dreams last night…

Seine Augen waren so tief wie Brunnen,
man konnte darin so viele Empfindungen lesen. 
Anfangs bemerkte ich nicht das ich meine Gedanken aussprach.
Langsam, mit Bedacht begann ich:

"Deine Augen sind gelbbraun, als hätte man die Dämmerung
eines goldenen Herbsttages darin gefangen. 
"…deine Iris, eingefasst in dünnem, schwarzem Rand.
Viele kleine Lichter und Schatten durchziehen ihn, wie Bernsteine.
Wenn der Abgrund deiner Pupillen sich weitet, verändert sich das gelbbraun, es wird dichter, dunkler. Ich sehe mein Spiegelbild in deinen Augen.”

I’m wondering why I have these words in my head,
why I started to think back to the lost days I’ve spend
with the love of my life.
Focusing on all the hidden beauty in our pain,
infront of my eyes there are images, dreams within this dream,
of wolves, drangons and a girl trying its best.
I remember those eyes. The real blue that I felt in love with,
…not whats left now.

Do you guys think that
eyes are the mirror of a being’s soul?
Let me know.

1/3 Heizöl, 2/3 Benzin

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You’re not in the universe, the universe is inside your head.
RDT
my girl was like this years ago…*_*

my girl was like this years ago…*_*