Why do I do what I do? It is not action that drives me to exist, it is the motivation behind those actions. Emotions. Each is unique and definable. Each has a visual representation. They are a part of who I am. Who am I? Am I that which exist in those around me? Is my existence merely the thought of me in the minds of others? In loneliness, do I not exist? Or is it that I am always in the minds of others, and therefore always exist? What is this? This life. Is this life the result of being reborn? Is this searching for a purpose? Purpose. What is my purpose? I know what I want, but is this truly what I am meant for? If loneliness is the end, the negativity, is it my mortal enemy? This human contact, this need for others, is this merely the avoidance of my enemy? Is it something more? Am I still searching for something, someone, to relieve me of this... this wonder? I wonder, I wander. Is this wandering the result of this wonder? Looking for another as myself, I am bound to this search, yet the very search itself only prolongs the dusk. Do I wish to be alive? Is that why I prolong my own view of dusk? These thoughts... even these thoughts are as synthetic as that which inspired them.
Courage, Sorrow, Depression and Longing, Hope and Fulfillment, Confusion, Humor, Strength, Emotion and Loneliness... all of these are my favorites, and so many more. Each the cover of a box set, for which I wish to own.
Trigun, Cowboy Bebop, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Wolf's Rain, Paranoia Agent, Lupin III, Rurouni Kenshin, .Hack//Sign...
- Watching: Neon Genesis Evangelion Episode 25
- Playing: Life
- Eating: Nothing... yet.
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-+ BRASIL +- kenzo. '09
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But I get carried away with every day
And every fantasy
the deeper the wound,
the harder I swoon and wish that that was me
But I get carried away with every page
In every magazine
The cheaper the thrill
the deeper I fill my head with blasphemy
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The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle. (Anais Nin)
Keep up the great work.
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But I get carried away with every day
And every fantasy
the deeper the wound,
the harder I swoon and wish that that was me
But I get carried away with every page
In every magazine
The cheaper the thrill
the deeper I fill my head with blasphemy
--
i'm not afraid to die. but i'm afraid to dry./
"Je ne suis pas daccord avec ce que vous dites, mais je me
battrai jusqu? la mort pour que vous ayez le droit de le dire"
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But I get carried away with every day
And every fantasy
the deeper the wound,
the harder I swoon and wish that that was me
But I get carried away with every page
In every magazine
The cheaper the thrill
the deeper I fill my head with blasphemy
--
i want to shout "i love you" from the top of my lungs
but i'm afraid that someone else will hear me
"The (Shipped) Gold Standard" (Fall Out Boy)
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But I get carried away with every day
And every fantasy
the deeper the wound,
the harder I swoon and wish that that was me
But I get carried away with every page
In every magazine
The cheaper the thrill
the deeper I fill my head with blasphemy
--
Ralph
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