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drawing // my favorite color combo it is very hard for me to not use these colors every time
Some research I did on Desolation Row, both by Bob Dylan and covered by MCR. Trying to write more about songs and albums (Sorry if you can’t read my handwriting 😪)
Old musings about a new arm
The contents page and some of the end of chapter pages from the first notebook of Home and Free.
I would say the scanning process was surprising quick for 185 pages, but I started the scanning process the wrong way, so the first attempt won't save. This fact only really matter because I only realised at the end of the scanning process so had to scan all 185 pages again because sometimes that is just my live.
But regardless of my own trouble with getting these images, I thought I would share the sticker pages that I thought scanned the nicest.
The majority of the stickers and the skull washi tape are from Bluehill Crafts: https://bluebellhillcrafts.co.uk/
The rest of the stickers and tape are either from KENJI (who only have 10 stores and no online retail) or an Etsy store that has now shut down so I unfortunately cannot provive links for them.
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To Me, You Are Everything
Per me, tu sei tutto. Everything that has been and everything that will ever be My world is your kingdom and I almost always smile at the queen
Il mio amore per te è immortale It will be here still long after I'm gone Nothing more then energy without any mass floating forever reaching out for you A piece of me that will never fade from existence
Do tutto quello che ho per te Just to see your mile or hear you voice None of it will ever be as important as you And I am not ashamed to say that in any way
Sei tu, sarai sempre tu I think I knew that from the very start There's no one who will ever compare to you I base every romantic relationship I have off of you And I'm always wondering why I'm alone
Metto la mia Mecca nella tua direzione and I pray that you hear my words but if you don't or choose to ignore them I guess that's fine too, if it makes you happy Because in the end, I think that's what I really want
A te, amore mio I raise my glass into empty air there hasn't been a person other then me around for days A toast to you, somehow managing to keep a chok hold on any memory of me
Per sempre, amore mio, per sempre. Mantengo la mia parola
this page looks nearly empty, but upon closer inspection, faded and erratic question marks appear to take up all the empty space; far too many to count, and so indistinct as for tallying up any precise number to appear impossible. at the very bottom, a select few words rest:
I don’t know. I wanted to write something (rather badly). I just don’t know.
I always tell myself that this time it will be different. I refuse to see the toxic in people until it's too late and the toxin has fully invaded. I always tell myself that this time, things will work out, this time I won't end up broken. But soon enough those sparkling eyes turn into lies and the 2am conversations turn into 2 minute "I'm busy love you byes." There is always a doorway between myself and the people around me. And those who once stood on the same side of the door as I, now stand on the other side, with the door shut and locked. All I can do is slip handwritten notes under the door and hope that you will stop shutting me out. I always tell myself that this time it will be different. It's always the same. I'm left sitting against a closed door, with a heartache, when he's out opening all the new doors. I'm afraid I've run out of doors to open, you were my last, and unfortunately I was only your disposable first.