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L’ivrogne (The Drunk) by Gilles Barbier
-I think, what I thought was pain from love was actually humiliation. From all that has happened, I think that fits more… It was one day, the rise and fall of “love” in one day and it’s taken me almost five months to realize it was humiliation more than anything else. Still, it’s a lesson I need to learn. Like that saying goes fool me once shame on you, but fooling me again, won’t happen. The one time you decided to contact me was just so funny to me, your supposed ignorance and your supposed innocent acting. This december though, I won’t let you ruin my time with the family that does care about me. I’ll be able to look at you in the eyes and smile at you and not feel a thing. I have something a million better to look forward to in four years…
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-Jacob van Loon
I had a bad dream last night.. been a long time since i’ve dreamt about anything… i guess it was only fitting that it had to be about that…. i admit it scared the shit out of me, i didn’t get out of bed until just now, though i should be studying for my final tonight… god i hate these parts. I mean, i’m not uberly depressed but just enough to hate the world , that’s not too bad, right? Frank sinatra station is helping though.. such a beautiful man, unlike some, well i can’t really say that, i didn’t know him, who knows what dark skeletons he had in his closet, shouldn’t judge though, i have mine. hha, what a coincidence, “dream a little dream of me” just started playing.. only it wasn’t a little dream, louis armstrong.. the new addition to it was this one part of the dream where i start to mutilate my hands and end up with scars all over them. sigh.. well whatever, it was just a stupid dream, my subconscious still playing cruel games with me.
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remember this ? it made me smile and i thought of you when i saw this. good ol’ days
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let’s put a smile on that studious face ;)
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the past is gone…but sometimes it just doesn’t feel like it. It feels ever present, a part of your life that you can’t just erase like you can if you were to type it all down and just select “all” and press the delete button.. everybody’s got their dues in life to pay…i used to, and sometimes still do, if that was part of my dues to pay somehow. It’s stupid i guess to think like that, but it still rings in my mind, one of those itches you can’t scratch. Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over… pretty self explanatory.. you did screw me over, and unfortunately made me do stupid things and maybe some good things, but the screwing thing really gets you, because it leaves the greater impression, at least on my life it does. you really did a number on me, but i guess i shouldn’t just blame you, i should blame myself for my stupidity in still letting you screw me over in my mind, god brain, can’t you just trigger that part of my brain that will let me just tune it out and block out like i can with overly pretentious people on my floor or on the streets?? is it too much to ask? the word on the street is that the fire in your heart is out. yeah, you’re eons late with that news… there are many things that i would like to say to you ,but I don’t know how..carry on
Paintings by Steven DaLuz
- Prevailed (Wounded Angel)
- Gilded Wings
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this would totally make my night, just sayin’
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