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In Frame : Alannah Vellacott
📸 André Musgrove
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the bad temper...
E saltando da mesa a tulipa foi passear...
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After every fight,
I fell deeper
And loved you little more .
Why?
Never knew falling in love will be all about tears falling down every night.
Why after happy morning,
there are sad nights?
I woke up at 3am ,
it was a really sad dream,
Filled with death and dispair.
Fell asleep again,
To dream a sadder one.
And the rhythm played,
Until it was time to rise from bed with the rhyme of morning alarm.
But my mind and body were unenthusiastic to conquer the world.
And I realised the reason for sadness which linger
Upon me all day.
Talking to someone is always a therapy.
I don't know if it's an ending or beginning
I just know it will harder from now on.
Because I cried while you were confessing, it was a relief mixed with fear and uncertainty.
You can't be mine , you can be mine sounds so beautiful but at the same time so dreadful to feel.
Hate u forever ❤️
It's tough when you reach out to everybody for help and not a single soul cares to be there for you.
Some people just look for a reason to leave..
When I hear the voice of echoing rain drops embracing my ear, it reminds me of something I would never let go.
Something so precious to be lost in the world full of usless , wanted , materialistic world.
It is the thing which connects one to oneself and to others.
Like the wedding photograph of the couple , hanging behind the bed post or in living area , or hidden in the album , like the lost piece but never with the faded charm.
It is a bucket full of memories that everyone wish to cherish whole life and taking to the grave or making it memorable for souls who ever touched them.
He had the power to reside in heart of every soul he ever met.
He was divine and serene like Himalayan waters.
His body was ephemeral but his soul was immortal .
Que porque no acepto cumplidos?
Porque se siente como si me estuvieran mintiendo.