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by larysays
17 Apr
Pause #5
The few big words of many little talks are swirling loosely around my head within the sweet smelling thin haze of New York nights.
They blow off softly as I start to walk out of the dark, breathing the silent truth of New York lights.
Walking without a thought
I guess when you don’t look for it, that’s when you find
the rare thing they call peace of mind.
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by larysays
8 Apr
OFFLIFE : 7 things & 7 days
1. I need a vegan jamaican spot in my Berlin life.
2. Having someone that you believe in, believing in you too sets you free.
3. There are places where, during constant change, nothing ever changes.
4. Ain’t nothing like fine british men and deli coffee.
5. Home is a feeling, not a place.
6. Cruella de Vil meets Love Jones meets Curt Cobain makes total sense.
7. Booya.
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by larysays
27 Feb
doggystyle.
Cool cats might stick their head out the car window with you, but only real dogs will do it and enjoy the ride.
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by larysays
22 Feb
Of heartbreaks and hotels
You do you and I do me. From time to time we do each other.
I am not yours and you’re not mine, we’re just permanently fuckin with each others mind.
It’s weird but it’s real
at times I fear what I feel, then again it’s not that big a deal
and I have to smile about the situation - guard down, guard up in rotation.
Wondering if I only want, what’s too far away
wondering if I only run, when someone tries to stay,
wondering if I just can’t admit, that I can’t commit
and if that turns out to be the case, does it even matter ? Does it make it any better ?
Wanting one, losing another, hurting and loving by some means or other.
At a time and all the time. There ’s nothings as tiring,
yet nothing as inspiring.
At the end of the day I write it down and just walk my way
leaving the book half open, nipping deeper feelings in the bud
adding new stories, pages softly flipping – while endings and beginnings become the plot
but how often can you do that to a heart until it finally breaks apart?
Is this the curse of our generation?
Being afraid to commit to a situation?
Be it a person, a job or a town
can’t even commit to one single nailcolor (just to break it down)
Options are what matters, not establishing one becomes the pattern.
Traveling is our new home and the true adventurer travels alone
growing and experiencing while looking to find
the kind of love, that Hollywood or maybe Disney manifested in our minds
searching for something that has a real meaning to it
I love this life, but if I could be young in’68 instead of be born in ‘86 – I‘d do it
Instead of anything worthwhile, we got a lifestyle,
we’re not part of a movement, that revolution thing seems kinda through
we are more like I do me and you do you….ha!
and here i am , right where I’ve started
I think living and loving these days only make sense
if you do it on both sides of the fence
if you can manage the in between, then your grass might always be green
As for me and for that matter, this thing seems real
and even if it might be just for a while, I’ll better, not le this experience pass me by
Now is the truth, forever a lie.
picture taken from weheartit
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