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Useful things I learned from him:

Life is a wild ride, and it's okay to go with it, just make the most of it with what you have;

Follow people who inspire you, but never forget who you are, or let other people's opinions hurt your inner self;

Speaking can be healing. If you have the need to communicate, work on your communication skills - this is valid even (or maybe especially) if you are an introvert, as we sometimes don't speak over fear of people not understanding us, or having to elaborate, and so on.

Once I told this friend I didn't have the courage to k'll myself - he said that maybe it takes more courage to keep on living. I owe this friend a lot, a whole lot... I may have fallen in love with him, and it brought me some misery, but yeah. Thank you for being my friend, and still being a good friend after all this drama, and I'm going to miss you so much. I already do.

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Jeff Buckley - Lover, You Should've Come Over (from Live in Chicago)

What should you do when you can't get over someone? Art - art is the only way to heal my soul...

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Some days are harder than others.

I found a 2019 sketch + short story with a melancholy tone. I found another story in which we were not friends anymore due to a misunderstanding.

Could it be any other way? I don't like to think about it, but deep down, I think it could. I can't help it and it hurts me.

Some artist said somewhere that very specific themes do not attract a large crowd. Guess I'll be all alone then...

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As we grow older, time stretches with us. Wounds take longer to heal, our skin gets worn out, we grow tired by the minute - still, we gain a refined perception. As children, we appreciate things as they are; as adults, we understand them a little better, even if by knowing we do not understand but a sliver of it. But because we understand them, we love them, we long for them. Blue skies; the rays of sun on the clouds; a day out at the beach or on the fields of the countryside.

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A thought I had yesterday, a picture of blue skies dotted with clouds would accompany it but I do not feel like cropping the picture right now. It has been such a rough week (and months, really, almost a year since I broke the crystal dream that kept me floating)

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Yup, although I love me some romance, I really think we'd do better with more strong friendships between men and women being depicted in stories.

it’s saaaauuur important to me specifically that mf relationships stay as platonic as possible just ✨ the importance of strictly platonic friendship between men and women ✨

no particular reason 💕

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I want to scream and when I do, it's gonna be like a black hole

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Hey

Been trying to meet you

Hey, must be a devil between us

Or whores in my head

Whores at the door

Whore in my bed

Where have you been?

If you go, I'll surely die

We're chained

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Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future And time future contained in time past. If all time is eternally present All time is unredeemable. What might have been is an abstraction Remaining a perpetual possibility Only in a world of speculation. What might have been and what has been Point to one end, which is always present. Footfalls echo in the memory Down the passage which we did not take Towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden. My words echo Thus, in your mind.                                   But to what purpose Disturbing the dust on a bowl of rose-leaves I do not know.                                   Other echoes Inhabit the garden. Shall we follow? Quick, said the bird, find them, find them, Round the corner. Through the first gate, Into our first world, shall we follow The deception of the thrush? Into our first world. There they were, dignified, invisible, Moving without pressure, over the dead leaves, In the autumn heat, through the vibrant air, And the bird called, in response to The unheard music hidden in the shrubbery, And the unseen eyebeam crossed, for the roses Had the look of flowers that are looked at. There they were as our guests, accepted and accepting. So we moved, and they, in a formal pattern, Along the empty alley, into the box circle, To look down into the drained pool. Dry the pool, dry concrete, brown edged, And the pool was filled with water out of sunlight, And the lotos rose, quietly, quietly, The surface glittered out of heart of light, And they were behind us, reflected in the pool. Then a cloud passed, and the pool was empty. Go, said the bird, for the leaves were full of children, Hidden excitedly, containing laughter. Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind Cannot bear very much reality. Time past and time future What might have been and what has been Point to one end, which is always present.

From T. S. Eliot’s Four Quartets

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Poetry may make us from time to time a little more aware of the deeper, unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves.

-- T. S. Eliot

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Drowning in love, we don't see things quite right, do we? It's been like this in the past, it's like this now. But we change, we always change, and we need to resurface and either bring this relationship with us, or leave it down below.

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I will sit right down waiting for the gift of sound and vision. And I will sing, waiting for the gift of sound and vision. Drifting into my solitude, over my head.

David Bowie in Sound and Vision, from the album “Low”, 1977

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In turns she goes, wielding her weapons, slashing and dancing…

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Je suis morte. At least, part of me is - although we all look back to find out we don’t fully recognize ourselves anymore: the carefree gestures, the curious looks or even the fear in our voices, all gone after we walked through thin and rough.

He hablado con él sin saber quién era. The Mark of Destiny had spoken, words that flew a thousand miles per second on the wings of the Eagle and reached out to the coldest place in this Earth - thus waking a second voice, the slumbering Lion, and its roar could be heard across the mountains of the dry midlands - here, there, and elsewhere. Like Destiny knew it would be.

Mas a Águia tem seu ninho, e o Leão, agora livre, busca incessantemente pelo canto que o despertou. But she wasn’t his and he wasn’t hers. The nest of the Eagle stood beyond the oceans, across rivers and nameless lands, crested deep in the mountains. Shredded in mist was the path of the Lion.

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You made an ode to maniacs and socially impaired people in fiction. Are we that far off from them in real life? I suppose not. We are strange. People frown upon our deepest thoughts. We should care not. I’ll take that as a compliment.

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The courage it takes

to question your own beliefs

to challenge your friends’ views

to let go of people who don’t do you any good

and to get up after making mistakes.

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Stones

My mind weighs heavily on me,

My soul stumbles like a loose rock,

It's such an effort to drag my thin body around

As my thoughts-turned-boulders pile on my feet.

I've been thinking too much, over too much smoke

I'm nowhere near where I thought I'd be

Yet the people I love and admire... they're... here.

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Pretty City Asks

London: How do you take your tea?

Pure or with milk. I never add sugar.

Paris: Describe your favorite kiss.

A soft French kiss, hands going from neck to hair and the kiss starts deepening

Dublin: Do you believe in soul mates?

Not at all. I believe whoever you meet, it's just a happy coincidence, and there are lots of people who you could have a relationship wtih (healthy or not)

Oslo: What keeps you warm?

Things I love - my friends, One Piece, my daughter's laugh

Amsterdam: What is your ideal night out?

Going out to a pub with my best friends, smoking mary jane and listening to good music

Los Angeles: What would you change about yourself?

Definitely my speaking skills - I'm not great at speaking in any situation.

Milan: How do you think others describe you?

Quiet, friendly, happy.

Prague: What is your favorite season?

I'd say spring, but it depends on where I am, really

New York City: What gets you up in the morning?

...my duties... but I'd rather just stay in bed most of the time

Hong Kong: What is your earliest childhood memory?

3 year-old me, sitting in the floor on the living room, painting a Where's Waldo book in front of the TV news.

Tel Aviv: What is your favorite thing about your family?

They're organized (kinda) and they don't create a scene (mostly).

Las Vegas: Have you ever broken a heart?

Totally, and as much as it hurt on me as well, I'd definitely do it a hundred times if needed.

Madrid: Describe your aesthetic.

Right now? Pale green + red, flowers, dark chocolate, a cloudy day, Nick Drake's album "Pink Moon" playing on the background.

Chicago: What do you ache for?

Many things - artistry, lovestories I never lived, being able to sing with my friends

Toronto: Describe your ideal partner.

Someone chill and who likes to DO things.

Sorrento: What is your weakness?

People with a disregard for the rules

Cairo: What's your favorite quote?

I don't have a favorite quote... but one I remember right now is how "everybody has wonderful, magical, strange, stupid worlds inside them" by Neil Gaiman.

Budapest: What tattoo do you want?

None at the moment, but I do like the theme of the Universe, with constellations, planets etc

Mumbai: What is your favorite scent?

Jasmine flowers, lemon zest.

Stockholm: What scares you?

The thought of becoming homeless