Terrified by water, by change. Terrified of all the things that I see them coming, like a hurricane taking everything in its road, not being able to stop it. Terrified by all the “I”s that starve for a piece of freedom. And tired as hell of everything, just wanting to close my eyes and breathe, forgetting, escaping, somewhere far away, but right now having to learn to breathe underwater, feeling all the pressure from within. And the fear that this time it’s too much.
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Borderlands: The Catcher in the Rye
“I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody’s around — ...
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History is the nightmare from which I am trying to awake. (James Joyce) Freedom. I don’t believe that freedom is everlasting. It is ...
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In its deepness, warmth and happy moments. In its turmoil, and sadness, and scars, and irony. Water which we love and cherish, daring to wa...
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Lumea e plina de superstitii si de clisee. Americanii sunt intr-un fel, blondele sunt in alt fel, tiganii sunt asa. Ne aruncam unii altora n...