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THE INFINITE NORTH-POLE
Conjure by writing it down.
With words, Seal the evil inside.
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French, Londoner, Male. This is my writing blog.

Degrés de maîtrises

And standing there,

you would eventually,

spend hours telling me,

how much it doesn’t matter.

Only you forgot, 

that I can see through.

Only you forgot, 

That I’ve been a liar before you.

Demerit

Moi qui, adolescent,

pensais tout savoir.

Grandir m’a fait du mal.

Grandir me fait du mal.

So basically, this happend today.
I ACTUALLY MET NEIL HARBISSON AT A LIGHT STOP IN ALDGATE STATION.  AND I GOT TO SHAKE HIS HAND! I SHOOK HIS HAND.
(for those who don’t know yet) <—- recap of why this is amazing

So basically, this happend today.

I ACTUALLY MET NEIL HARBISSON AT A LIGHT STOP IN ALDGATE STATION.  AND I GOT TO SHAKE HIS HAND! I SHOOK HIS HAND.

(for those who don’t know yet) <—- recap of why this is amazing

Honestly one of my movies of the year if not the one.
Humorous, but tender. Sad Also.
this film depicts with sensibility
how one comes to want to commit suicide.
(Here&#8217;s the OST)

Honestly one of my movies of the year if not the one.

Humorous, but tender. Sad Also.

this film depicts with sensibility

how one comes to want to commit suicide.

(Here’s the OST)

Amnésie temporaire

I crave for human interactions. 

But when at grasp,

I have no idea what to do with it.

I have no idea,

what I’m suppose to do with it.

La vérité et ses démons.

I have this thing. 

This capacity to be seen,

as the good guy arround.

As that one person you could tell your secrets,

and trust with everything.

Whilst my entrails, like brambles of deception,

are vile. Putrid, even.

Fume, with the odours of envy and self loath.

Hatred, and misplaced ego.

Traitory and warm venom.

They say, some people always put on an act,

to make themselves appear unlikable by the many.

:Stupidly enough, I am their polar opposite.

The truth is,

repugnant,

I spend my days, pretending.

Wearing that mask, which I’ve never wanted,

for it makes betrayal,

so much easier to perform.

Amusing even,

at times.

.

The truth is, detestable.

The truth is, its own evil.

.

"I saw you last time. You made him cry on purpus, didn’t you?"

Les absents ont toujours tort

Funny how, once not that drunk anymore,

I’m suddenly not that great of a friend to you…

…I guess that’s just what I can afford. 

A “too drunk” to “too pathetic” kind of friendship.

I guess you’re just what I can afford

duuuude

My favorite French illustrator just messaged me back on here. Screaming internally never made so much sense / felt so right.

I can die happy now. Accomplishment people. ACCOMPLISHMENT.

Janelle is always so fly
(x)

Janelle is always so fly

(x)

Nói albínói (2003)

I was 14 years old, when this movie appeared, one night,

on the tv. 

Afficher davantage

Death Star Ohio

Me too, after I wrote it down.

Contrebasse

Moi qui pensais, 

que l’ont m’entendrait,

si seulement, je criais plus fort.

Imbécile.

Coup du sort.

Moi qui pensais,

me la jouer ténor.

Pour la deuxieme fois

Yesterday night,

I had a strange nightmare.

Afficher davantage

L’appel du vide

He’s always told me,

without limits,

everytime I’ve asked him,

about how it should feel to be in love.

He told me that,

I was in love once too.

I laughed loudly and said that it was untrue.

He said that, I was in love with you.

And that is why I can’t let go.

He said that I loved you once.

Me who thought that I could never be that stupid.

Me who thought that I just couldn’t produce this kind

of sentiments.

He said that I loved you too.

He said that somehow, once, I loved you back.

And that is why I can’t let go.

[…]but it doesn’t count if they’re just photos, right?