Life Is My Own Fiction World

"It's your voice, it's your face, it's even your clumsiness All of it... Now I know I hate them all"

- 優里 Dried Flower, Yuuri

The real world hasn't changed since yesterday, but why so?

Everthing will be fine, it's just unbeatable optimism...

-Atil

I want you

i know what I did.

I Want You to hug me, touch me, kiss me, caress me one last time, but my greedy self will ask for more. How does anyone controls this desired to be loved when they aren't for you?

inspired by boop day, reblog this post if its ok for people to send you random asks and interact on your posts with no judgement. i want to talk to people.

I'm falling down

My heart don't fall again, we promised we won't. Didn't we learn through the pain? Was that not enough? My heart we just come back from heaven and hell. We need to make a decision. One that willl hurt a life time.

“Stupid! Stupid, stupid. I am a stupid idiot. For what purpose do I live my life? I get up in the morning, eat, roam about, and then at night I go to sleep. And the whole time all I think about is having a good time. I’ve mastered three foreign languages, but only so that I can read lewd and erotic poems from various countries! My lust for fantasy is five times that of a normal person, and I am ten times as greedy. I’m never satisfied. I need stronger and stronger stimulation. But I’m a coward and a lazybones, so for the most part nothing happens beyond my imagining some excitement. I’m a speculator of the metaphysical. An adventurer only in my mind. A navigator within the reading room. In other words, I’m an insignificant dream-weaver.”

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Dazai Osamu, “A New Hamlet”

“Talking to someone every single day for hours can be pretty destructive because there will come a day where you don’t speak at all and it’s going to be the loneliest feeling in the world.”

— Excerpt of a book I’ll never write

I love Müller

Alas two days ago you were bringing your face towards mine so my lips could reach your cheeks but today your heart and mind are faced to the window looking for that girl. I tought you liked my lipstick on your clothes and skin. I was wrong…