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1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged?
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Eric decided to write the word “ultraviolence” every single time Lana De Rey says it in the song “Ultraviolence”, from her album “Ultraviolence”. Eric just broke up with his newly boyfriend, a relationship that didn’t even last 6 months. It was the shortest and the longest relationship he’s been to.

Ultraviolence. Ultraviolence. Ultraviolence. Ultraviolence.

Ultraviolence.

Ultraviolence. Ultraviolence. Ultraviolence. Ultraviolence.

Ultraviolence.

Ultraviolence. Ultraviolence. Ultraviolence. Ultraviolence. Ultraviolence. Ultraviolence.

Ultraviolence.

Eric says:

I’m still feeling ultraviolence with this ultraviolence ultraviolence ultraviolence feeling inside me. I don’t know what’s going on because I’m not really thinking about that. I’m try to pretend that I’m stronger than my feelings and that I can deal with them better than before. I’m still thinking about him ultraviolence ultraviolence because ultraviolence I think his ultraviolence attitude towards me was terrible. He could have said something, or call me again, and knowing that he hasn’t called makes me realize he wasn’t so interested in me at all and this is something that I really can’t cope with it. But I know I can ultraviolence overcome ultraviolence this ultraviolence someday ultraviolence, because time heals every wound. It’s good ultraviolence.

Eric is very stupid. Eric thinks that he’s the only person who has problems. Eric thinks he should get help at some point, but he’s very clever to think twice before doing so, for not everyone has enough time to help him solve his own problems. Eric is a fool.

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I was waiting for the party to start
or maybe it was over and I just didn’t know
there was no music, no sound at all
only this dimmed light inside insisted to glow

I left on a hurry, it was late at night
I didn’t feel great and I didn’t feel right
The reason I was upset I haven’t figured out
[just yet]
the only thing I knew was that I had no time left

No laugh, no smiles could be found
all bodies were laid out on the ground
it all seemed so lifeless, so restless, faded
and all I could think about was:
“my, my, in my whole life
I’ve never felt
so wasted.”

I dreamed about these verses today, while I was napping during the afternoon. I was hearing them while something like an after-party was happening around me. If you are the author of these, please let me know. I google-d it but nothing similar came up.

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I can’t help it, I just love this. Since I get awkward when anybody asks me something too personal, and since no one actually bothers to do so, I do enjoy answering this kind of questions when they pop up on my Tumblr dashboard.

1: 6 of the songs you listen to most?
According to my lastfm account, these are my top tracks in the last 365 days:
1) Marina & the Diamonds — I’m a Ruin
2) Scissor Sisters — Invisible Light
3) Florence + the Machine — Shake It Out
4) Florence + the Machine — Third Eye
5) Marina & the Diamonds — Forget
6) Willam — American Apparel Ad Girls

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I’ve just seen this on tumblr and thought: why not?

1:Is there a boy/girl in your life?

No.

2:Think of the last person who hurt you; do you forgive them?

No.

3:What do you think of when you hear the word “meow?”

A cat? 

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I like to imagine emotions as some entities that take over my body when they want to see me acting in a different way. That’s the only explanation I can find for putting myself in horrible situations that always lead me to terrible emotional breakdowns. But here’s the thing: there’s no such thing as an entity controlling me; it’s just me, I’m the only one to blame.

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admin-ajaxNever thought I’d do this in my life, and seeing in my mind now what happened last night is like having the opportunity to see the best scenes of a movie while pausing them with a remote control, so I can savor every single moment of it.

When I picked you up off the floor, it was pure instinct. I’m not exactly fond of hugs, specially if there’s a one-sided crush coming along (just to make this clear, the crush is usually from me to someone), so my move was completely unexpected for me just as it was for you. Lucky us. I guess nothing would have happened if it wasn’t for that moment, given our shy, awkward and anxious personalities.

The ghost sensation of your arms and legs around me still gives me the chills, making me miss the contact, the warmth we shared together for a couple of minutes. What I will never forget, too, is how easily I lifted you from the ground. Thinking about my body, it would’ve been impossible for me to carry you around like that. It was almost as if you were too light, or I was too strong. Maybe my feelings made me do the impossible. Maybe it was yours. Maybe we were on that together. (more…)

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I feel sad whenever I think about art. It’s like art is this beautiful thing trapped inside this translucent huge ball, which prevents me from touching it.

Like, I can feel my whole body shaking with excitement over something I can not have, nor feel. Only see its different forms alive but too far from my hands.

And I feel like I should know something or have some special ability to become a part of this, a part of the art I admire so much. And although I try I can’t seem to find it, I can’t find anything artistic inside me, which concerns me. It might be my own conception and it might be completely wrong, but that’s exactly how I feel.

And I feel like I will only stare after all. It won’t be difficult, to stare, y’know? I’m actually pretty good at it, been doing this for ages. I’m just tired of only watching it. I want to be a part of it.

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random #1

May 17, 1992

Dear friend,
It seems like every morning since that first night, I wake up dull, and my head hurts, and I can’t breathe.

the perks of being a wallflower – stephen chbosky

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I didn’t know what was going on. All I knew is that I had this beautiful boy sitting in front of me, looking at my face with expectant eyes, and I was meant to teach him something, but now I can’t remember. He looked like the guy from that Percy Jackson movie, and the Charlie from “The Perks of Being a Wallflower” if you need to get a picture (I’m not really good at making descriptions), but younger, which made me feel sad and dirty inside. Was I attracted to a little teenager? That couldn’t be right.

While we were sitting, I was feeling extremely anxious and sweating in anticipation. Did I know what was going to happen next? Did I know what I was supposed to do there? Did I know that boy? All these questions were floating around me when he tangled his legs with mine, and suddenly we were close enough to feel each others’ breath and heartbeat. (more…)

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