This siren that I can see
Creates despair inside of me
What kind of fiend I can be
Only those who can truly see
The grace that well takes over me
To become enchanted they can be
Blessed be this curse I foresee
Perceptions’ destiny awaits for me
From the depths it can be
Expose my soul and set it free
Into its chosen alternate reality
Why are cigarettes beautiful sometimes? Do they represent some form of freedom of identity?
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how do people pull off these fashions? Amazing creativity to say the least..
a princess and a faerie <3
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rainbow hair
How do I know I in love
I be strong for my love
I be patient for my love
I be forgiving to myself for my love
Who am I in love
As it develops I realize I’m in love with myself but can’t seem to grasp the concept and how to moderate it. But it seems to go deeper than that, because it feels that it must be the key, the key to my world of happiness, how can you understand something, feel it and believe it and just not grasp it? And as I wrap Summer Sal* around me I realize, I’ve known love - and the only time I could be myself and love myself was when I was unconventionally crazy, a modern “not-part-of-this-society”. When I allowed my ideas to just free flow, and my heart to feel and to just be genuinely myself. How would society work if we all acted like a bunch of crazy fools in love? As critical as we are…
Koto Bolofo
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