annihilation

‎"Art is mightier than knowledge, for it wants life, and knowledge attains as its ultimate end -only annihilation." -Nietzsche

...

I need to fall in love....again....

What does meaning mean?

Something has come over me. I can't find meanings anymore. No meaning to many things I had given many meanings to. They slip through the shifting sand of my thoughts and lose their meanings the minute they find one. What is a girl to do?

James Dean

I've been reading about you

White lie

He asked me: "how many times have you fallen in love?"
I answered: "six times"
Later I realized I had lied
.
.
A million times...

Hello out there

Good byes are never good byes
I have heard too many good byes that ended up being hellos

love

...the experience of being fully understood
...a gladiator sport

De-sens-itization

When you are overstimulated by love
messages
emails
pictures
phones
thoughts
wall posts
texts
faces
names

You will eventually puke
silence
deletion
blocks
unplugs
blades
drugs
alcohol
blood
smokes
pills

Find time to make sense, a meaning.

...

Inside my heart is breaking
My smile...
But my smile...

Love

Love when you don't love
Love when you love
Love when you hate
Love when you dislike
Love when you like
Love when you judge
Love when you don't judge
Just fucking love

...aaaaaaaaaaaah... . . .

So we are talking 2002
The world is that round

Be my mirror

I need your eyes
To look at me

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http://www.amazingposts.com/2007/07/lifes-biggest-problems-and-their.html

Down-pressor

Where are you going to run to?
If you run to the sea, the sea will be melting
If you run to the rocks, the rocks will be melting
Where am I going to run to?

I have no grace, only you.

naghshe mastoorio masti na be daste mano tost
aanche ostaade azal goft bekon aan kardam

Ha ha

Why do I cry
All the fucking time?

Change

Everything is changing all the time but nothing is new and nothing changes under the sun.

Amnesia

I am not sure where I lost you, why, and how. I am sure I lost you though. And now I suffer from an amnesia in which all of these years I have carried with me, passively. The reality of you, the reality of me, the reality of us, the reality of them, is only real for fraction of seconds. Everything else categorizes itself in the amnesia closet.
[ a tribute to getting real in my amnesia]