regálame el mundo

J'ai recherché avec une sensibilité exquise la vue des beaux paysages ; c'est pour cela uniquement que j'ai voyagé. Les paysages étaient comme un archet qui jouait sur mon âme.

À chaque adolescent qui voudrait s’arracher à la vie, j’aimerais murmurer que tout ira bien, que rien n’est si grave, au fond. Que la réussite n’est rien qu’une façon plus ou moins habile de déguiser les incessants échecs d’une vie. Sur des cahiers, les ratures sont jolies, elles donnent au texte une force, un rythme, une ondulation. Une pause.

I knew I loved you before I met you I think I dreamed you into life I knew I loved you before I met you I have been waiting all my life

I don’t think people understand how stressful it is to explain what’s going on in your head when you don’t even understand it yourself.

And men said that the blood of the stars flowed in her veins.

To you, the girl whose eyes reminds me of sleepy afternoons, whose smiles are as sweet as cherry and whose heart is delicate and innocent, you don’t deserve me. I am an abandoned cemetery, all the flowers I have here in my garden are already withered and I have nothing but all these decayed bones. I’m a place where dead things reside and you are a museum. You owned every grace, beauty and every sophistication in this world could offer. You are a place where everybody wanted to get lost and I am a place full of tears, mourns and regrets.

She didn’t want to say but she was falling apart, she wanted someone to hold her but she was too stubborn to ask. She will not beg to be loved, she preferred to walk away, to be alone instead. She mastered the art of faking a smile, a smile that never reached up to her eyes. Look in them and you will know how they flood every night, how sorrow and her are lovers that can't stay apart. She could take all the pain that came her way, will not say a single word, but couldn't stand to see the look of pity for her in someone’s eye. She pretended like she didn’t care but she had one of the purest heart, a heart that deserved nothing but love. She cared about the people she loved,  because she knew how it felt like to be unwanted. But no one cared about her, nobody knew how she smiled during the day and cried herself to sleep every night. She was surrounded by so many yet she felt lonely… What’s worse than feeling alone in a room full of people.

It’s getting too damn much, right? You’re letting all those pressures get to you, major and minor ones, this sadness has taken over you, and it all seems absolutely unbearable now. Everything annoys you, and everyone disappoints you, people seem to be so damn ridiculous and shallow, you can’t tolerate a single word from them, they don’t understand anything, they don’t understand you. No one cares enough for you, you keep telling them you’re breaking down and they don’t seem to take it seriously, nor do they seem to even care. Nothing in this world makes you happy anymore, and it’s been like that for years now. You’re tired, you feel consumed, worn out, everything makes you sad, breaks your heart, makes you cry. You’re always crying, either when you’re in actual tears, or when you’re crying on the inside, and you know it when your chest hurts so f*cking bad. There’s nothing to live for, no one to live for. You wanna die, don’t you? But you can’t end your life, you’d just be so damn glad if you knew it’s going to end so soon. So you wait, either to die, or to be saved.

I like my hair messy. My love wild. And my sex aggressive. But I’m still a sensitive woman, just with passion.