I really don't like it at all. I have a hard enough time trying to belong to myself, without having to belong to others or situations.
Looking deeper into belonging through the words of other people, well that has turned out to be quite the depressing tea party. My artist, is suspected of killing herself, My poet kills most of his characters after their misserable existance of a life and my protagonist well after raping all the women and getting a bit rough with the men, decides he might as well kill himself.
Belonging, pft.
Alienation the only thing that belongs in our lives.










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reality is limited by rules. dreams are encouraged by your imagination<3
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"<3"
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--Kadife & Kiraz & Pamuk--
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Men die for their religions - love is my religion - i could die for that
Guthrie
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One more soul to the call, for all...
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but are you friendly, no?
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To die, to sleep. To sleep, perchance, to dream.
<3 sammi (Y) ;]
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'Scuse me while I kiss the sky. <33
that painting you were doing today looks real cool
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Reality Is Limited By Rules. Dreams Are Encouraged By Your Imagination.
Aaaww thankyou, I hate those painting, there just not doing it for me lol. I really liked your's, I wish I could draw as well as you do. Coz im shit at drawing lol.
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~All in my head, I long to be the drama, My head, is where i want to be, The world around me dies, while i thrive inside~
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