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immagineBe careful what you wish for. I know that for a fact. Wishes are brutal, unforgiving things, they burn your tongue the moment they're spoken and you can never take them back. They bruise and bake and come back to haunt you. I've made far too many wishes in my lifetime.

I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, but don't all stories begin this way? The stranger who comes to town and wreaks havoc. The man who stumbles off a cliff on his wedding day. The woman who goes to look out the window when a bullet, or a piece of glass, or a blue-white icicle pierces her breast. I was the child who stomped her feet and made a single wish and in so doing ended the whole world — my world, at any rate. The only thing that mattered. Of course I was self-centered, but don't most eight year-old girls think they're the queen of the universe? Don't they command the stars and seas? Don't they control the weather? When I closed my eyes to sleep at night, I imagined the rest of the world stopped as well. What I wanted, I thought I should get. What I wished for, I deserved.
I knew what my role was in the world. I was the quiet girl at school, the best friend, the one who came in second place. I didn't want to draw attention to myself. I didn't want to win anything. There were words I couldn't bring myself to say; words like ruin and love and lost made me sick to my stomach. In the end, I gave them up altogether. By the time I was in high school, I was everyone's confidante; I knew how to listen. I was there for my friends, a tower of strength, ever helpful, especially when it came to their boyfriends, several of whom slept with me in senior year, grateful for my advice with their love lives, happy to go to bed with a girl who asked for nothing in return.
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« Fifty-fiveMessaggio #242 »

Vincent Willem van Gogh (Groot Zundert, 30 marzo 1853 – Auvers-sur-Oise, 29 luglio 1890)

Post n°241 pubblicato il 26 Marzo 2008 da Scarlett_O_Hara
 

Tanto geniale quanto incompreso, dipinse una grande quantità di quadri divenuti famosi solo dopo la sua morte suicida. Celebri i suoi paesaggi, i fiori (in special modo i girasoli, la cui serie di dipinti lo ha fatto conoscere in tutto il mondo) e gli autoritratti. Ebbe, a causa della sua estrema sensibilità di artista, una vita molto tormentata.
Dopo una serie incredibile di alti e bassi, sia fisici che emotivi e mentali, e dopo aver prodotto con incredibile energia una serie sconvolgente di capolavori, muore nelle prime ore del 29 luglio 1890, sparandosi in un campo nei pressi di Auverse. Il funerale ha luogo il giorno dopo, e la sua bara è ricoperta di dozzine di girasoli, i fiori che amava così tanto.

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WILL YOU EVER COME?

 I'm waiting in the dark
I thought that you'd be here by now
There's nothing but the rain
No footsteps on the ground
I'm listening but there's no sound


Isn't anyone tryin' to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home?
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life

Won't you take me by the hand?
Take me somewhere new
I dont know who you are
But I'm, I'm with you
I'm with you

I'm looking for a place
I'm searching for a face
Is anybody here I know
'Cause nothing's going right
And everything's a mess
And no one likes to be alone

Isn't anyone tryin' to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home?
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Won't you take me by the hand?
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
but I'm, I'm with you
I'm with you

Oh, why is everything so confusing?
Maybe I'm just out of my mind
Yea yea yea

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Trying to figure out this life
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Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
but I'm, I'm with you
I'm with you

Take me by the hand
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I dont know who you are
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I'm with you

Take me by the hand
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