United States
Angola
Somalia
China
Colombia
Burkina
This is horrifying.
(Source: spinnellii)
(Source: douchefaggery)
Stefan: You’re staring.
Elena: I’m gazing.
Stefan: It’s creepy.
Elena: It’s romantic.
I LOLed at this.
(via partytights)
Even though I haven’t found anyone like that yet, I really like such love-rhetoric.
(Source: weaslette)
His boots crunched upon the sandy shores of the beach as he made his way towards his favourite spot. He always found himself walking towards that spot when his mind was filled with troubling thoughts. The evening air was crisp and cool on his face. For a moment, a fleeting questioned flitted across his mind as he wondered whose child the wind belong to. Its swift arrival, though, was followed by an equally fast departure as other pressing thoughts chased that insignificant intruder way.
He found the spot and sat himself down, his frail arms moving to hug his legs. He looked across the horizon and found himself mesmirized by the sight before him. Life is so wonderful, indeed, he whispered to himself. The sun was setting and its fiery reflection was cast upon the sparkling waters. From his perspective, he could almost imagined that the sun was half-folded, as if the ends were trying to meet.
Life seems to follow after Mother Nature, he thought to himself. We are always looking to find the end to ourselves: in love, we seek a soulmate to make ourselves whole, and in life, we look for and create meaningful symbols so that we can make sense of a final destination.
He nodded to himself, thinking that to be true. He closed his eyes and listened to the orchestra of nature. For a moment, his thoughts settled and he found temporary respite. Moments passed and still he remained like this.
The sun soon completed its daily journey to meet the other side of the world and the night began to make its presence felt. The absence of the passionate flare of the sun and the warning chill of the nightwind eventually conspired to break him out of his meditative mood.
Dark thoughts crouched on the shores of his heart, just like the darkness that was engulfing the island. He tried to understand why some people had the audacity to make claims for him. Have I left my heart so open and accessible that strangers of the soul could bear the foolish belief that they own a piece of it? My heart is mine! My thoughts are mine! HOW DARE THEY.
For a moment, his anger was so great that his eyes began to glow and strange markings that were not there before started to appeared. The waves seemed to be crashing against the breakwaters more furiously and dark clouds started drifting toward the island. Far away, the ominous rumbles reverberated across the sky. The wind howled and the air became fraught with tension.
And then, it all went away in the blink of an eye. The light from his eyes dimmed.
They are still my friends, he thought. Friendship is so many parts forgiveness that one could mistake one for the other. But he knew that between his philosophical musings and reality, there lay a chasm that could not be bridged. Yet.
These feelings - they reminded him of being alone in a familiar crowd. A cross I have to bear for my voluntary vulnerability, perhaps. He chuckled at his wry observation even as his eyes betrayed his inner melancholy.
And his boots crunched upon the cold, gravel ground once more as he stood up. The matter was settled. He walked away from the spot.
- Chapter XI of the Chronicles of His Life, Vol. 10
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19 years old | 20 Feb '90
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