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A week later or so. No time to write. But the energy is back in my body and I shock myself at my stamina. Life is beautiful again. Apart from the rain.

But it isn’t that feeling. I thought I was condemned to eternal misery.

My mother in Paris. I cried when she left. It is that feeling of being absolutely free. The ability to do things. To taste wonderful foods. To share with her my life and to hope that she is having a lovely time too. To smell perfumes and see art and eat the most beautiful myrangues. To make Victor a part of our family. To feel protected and safe. TO sail on the winds of happiness.

May day in Paris was the dawn of such a beautiful time. The summer

. My new life. Chocolates in the sun. Flowers on the streets. Landscaped gardens. Then the desire. The touching and sex in the bushes . The weakness of our humanity. The feeling that we wanted to be watched. The voyeurism of hearing the children around us as we jerk of amongst the leaves. I love your smooth penis. I love seeing your white cum spray out and to know that I have given you some satisfaction. Some dirty rude awakening. It isn’t clever . It is stupidity but it is spring in Paris.

69.

I stopped writing so I just had time to live my last weeks of Paris with you. My memories record it as do my photographs but the knowledge that I wont be able to preserve every touch of the skin terrifies me, I plan to get it all out in the lonely weeks. To try and translate it’s beauty. I doubt I will be able to clarify my thoughts. Un jumble my emotions. Now I feel fear. Fear at leaving the beautiful. I am excited to go back and present the new way I think to London. I am not scared of the bad. But I don’t want to leave. I am not scared of the consequences just scared of the pain of being away. I want to see people and laugh with them. I miss the London streets but Paris is my home and I am sure the sickness will be apt. Paris is still so unfamiliar and mysterious. So many people I don’t know or places I haven’t been. I am still in discovery. I will step back in to London and know everything. Or maybe it will change? But I don;t want the old comfortability back. I learned to do everything new here. So london will be fresh.

But you see here I have a proper room with a view and it means so much to see the rooftops and the wind and the sky in day and night and the storms and the sunsets and to here Paris around me. I lie in my bed and you can see the colours of the city changing around you. The room with the view was my freedom. Is my freedom. The buildings here are like nothing else.

Maybe in three months I wont want to leave London.

Maybe it is just the placement of myself in a space.

Where I can create my life.

And obviously. I didn’t stop writing in Paris. 

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jaamiedornans asked:

Favorite actors and most overrated films

there’s a lot but some i love: tahar rahim, michael fassbender, harry dean stanton, marcello mastroianni, jean pierre leaud, toshiro mifune, luis tosar, matthias schoenaerts, joaquin phoenix, joaquin cosio, chishu ryu

inglourious basterds, django unchained, inception, interstellar, american hustle, silver lining playbooks, sideways, hugo, forrest gump, lincoln and most oscar best picture winners

anonymous asked:

Why do we call Brendon "Beebo?"

one day somebody called him like that and everybody liked it and said yes (including brendon). i’ve heard this nickname is an incomplete anagram of his full name: brendon boyd urie > beebo. something like that.

Balkonda oturuyorum, hafiften de bir rüzgar esiyor denizden… Kafamı çeviriyorum, bakıyorum denize ve arkasındaki ışıl ışıl yere… Gözlerim dolmaya başlıyor, gözyaşlarındon sürat hücum ediyor göz kapaklarıma, durduramıyorum. Zaten her zaman böyle oluyor. Seni düşündüğüm her an bunu yaşıyorum ben uzun zamandır. Nasıl ki eminsem kendimden bu kadar sevdiğime, en az bir bu kadar daha eminim bir an olsun aklına gelmediğime… Ah nasıl can yakıyor bu, bir bilsen… Bilmezsin. Nerden bileceksin. Göğsüm sıkışıyor, nefesim kesiliyor her o kızla fotoğrafını gördüğünde gözlerim… Yanında ben olmalıydım diyorum her seferinde istisnasız. Gözlerimi kapıyorum ardından, o yanında gülenin ben olduğumu hayal ediyorum. O güzel gözlü, kocaman muhteşem gülüşlü adamın yanına ben yakışırım diyorum içimden. Gülümserken kadraja, kafamı koyuyorum omzuna mis gibi kokun geliyor burnuma daha çok gülümsüyorum. Çünkü bundan daha güzel, daha özel bir şey yok. Ömrünün sonuna kadar böyle kalacaksın deseler ağzımı açıp tek kelime etmem biliyorum. Sonra sen fotoğrafı çekiyorsun, ben kocaman öpüyorum yanaklarından, sakallarından. Bilirsin en sevdiğim şeydir sakalların. Tıraş olmana izin vermem, kısalt sadece derim hep. Sonra sen de öpüyorsun beni. Saçlarımı koklayarak öpüyorsun, ordan yanaklarıma iniyorsun…
Biliyorum sen de sevdin, biliyorum sen de istedin. Olmadı, çok üzgünüm sevgilim olmadı, olamadık… Elimde olmayan sebeplerden sarılamadım sana bir kere bile, elimde olmayan sebeplerden öpemedim seni bir kere… Affet, çok istedim. Her şeyden, herkesten çok istedim ben seni. Herkesten çok sevdim. Beni unut eyvallah da, bunu unutma…

Casi sin darte cuenta, apagaste mi último cigarrillo, tal vez necesitaba esos segundos para que me muestres a qué canción me parezco y darme cuenta que tus átomos son las pulsaciones y que, quizás, somos conocidos de una vida pasada, extrañ(ándon)os.

anonymous asked:

brendon urie stole my food and left my fucking family to starve.... what a tyrannical monster.... dictator.... burn br*ndon ur*e

I KNOW THIS IS A JOKE BUT IT HOENSTLY SOUNDS LIKE SOME DALLON STANS WHO THINK BRENDON DOESN’T PAY DALLON ENOUGH 

Kim Kardashian shijon shtatzanine e dyte

Kim Kardashian shijon shtatzanine e dyte

Nuk e ka humbur sensin e saj për fashion, ndonëse prej javësh Kim Kardashian i është rikthyer stilit të saj.

Ndërsa po shijon shtatzaninë e saj të dytë, Kim shfaqet çdo ditë me fustane të ndryshme ndonëse ngjyra bezhë mbetet e preferuara e saj, kjo edhe për të shfaqur format rrumbullake, që çdo ditë duken edhe më shumë.

Në Los Angelos temperaturat janë të larta, por Kim preferon të jetë sërish…

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