The security. The one that you feel with the presence of the one. The insecurity that you feel trying to fill the holes of the broken wall. You crave both, you love both but you can only choose one. The souls that linger and the feeling that unites the broken souls of the mortals. This is the moment where immortality feels feasible and death seems a wonder.

Just came back from Lana Del Rey’s concert in Glasgow. Lana is just…its actually hard to find one word to describe her. She is the pure definition of beauty combined with an angel’s voice that darkly thrills you while tangibly leaves an atmosphere of black mysterious euphoria. You are lost in each line, trying to find a meaning in a sea of infinity. Well, i think i found a word. Mesmerizing.

What people think of me? That is probably the most frequent question that pops into an individual’s head. It is that tiny thought that eats you and in some sort of extent,it
can actually influence your entire life. Prior to each decision we make, we are asking ourselves “What would people say?”. Some of you may say that’s not true or
that I am overreacting. But am I really? I mean, how many times have you altered a decision of yours just because you were afraid of other peoples’ reaction? Or how many times
have you supressed a desire of yours just because the “society” would have found it unacceptable? The thing is, I don’t care what other people think of me. Yeah, I know that’s
what everybody says. But lately I feel like a mean it. I have been called slag, trash, fat, gay, stupid, incompetent, inadequate and other more verbally-intellectual self-diminishing words.
Well, fuck everybody. I ain’t gonna waste a fucking precious second of my life to prove to others that I’m not what they’ve been saying I am. So what if I am a piece of trash?
I like it that way. Trash are actually finite items that have been damaged or emptied. Through recycling they are transformed into something purposeful,new and beautiful.
Later on they are further developed to serve another purpose or slowly die in the process. Then, why would someone NOT want to be trash? Just because of the label that carries.
We care so much about the label and what we are trying to project.Well, I say screw this. Be who you want, do what you want and (literally) fuck everybody else’s assumptions.