[beautiful.]
i feel bad, disliked, lonely by choice. there's so much wrong with me and my way of living but i don't feel encouraged to change nor i can. my phobia of everything and nothing freezes me and disables to move. so i just stand, waiting. one year more.
thanks to koi i came to conclusion that it should be badou (badziątko) x haine this way. and, i need to write a fic of their FIRSTO TIMO. pure lemon. pfuuu~
[overflow of perful emotions (as in a romantic poem)]
lacuna coil - reverie is one of my 'memory' songs. i get shivers when listening to it, i'm overflowed with images of the past. i see night, smell summer night, i see the curtains moving gently. i'm again 15 yars old, full of my on, personal chaos of feelings. to this song i was reading fitz x fool tale, to this i as smoking while looking at the stars and thinking about distant valinor. to this song my worlds were created. oh gosh, i feel strange. nostalgia? i think i miss it. no, that's not it. it's like... trying to catch a butterfly when the memory if it still lingers on my fingers. it's close, almost here but never the real thing. ah.
[/owerflow]
i wish i'd feel less, be more flat. hurricanes of emotions kill me slowly.
ps. can something that gives you pleasure be still called "pain"? because, if it's pleasurable, then what pain is it? isn't pain, by definition, something "not nice"? i wonder.
thanks to koi i came to conclusion that it should be badou (badziątko) x haine this way. and, i need to write a fic of their FIRSTO TIMO. pure lemon. pfuuu~
[overflow of perful emotions (as in a romantic poem)]
lacuna coil - reverie is one of my 'memory' songs. i get shivers when listening to it, i'm overflowed with images of the past. i see night, smell summer night, i see the curtains moving gently. i'm again 15 yars old, full of my on, personal chaos of feelings. to this song i was reading fitz x fool tale, to this i as smoking while looking at the stars and thinking about distant valinor. to this song my worlds were created. oh gosh, i feel strange. nostalgia? i think i miss it. no, that's not it. it's like... trying to catch a butterfly when the memory if it still lingers on my fingers. it's close, almost here but never the real thing. ah.
[/owerflow]
i wish i'd feel less, be more flat. hurricanes of emotions kill me slowly.
ps. can something that gives you pleasure be still called "pain"? because, if it's pleasurable, then what pain is it? isn't pain, by definition, something "not nice"? i wonder.