those stories we tell
until we bleed
from all of the smell
the sorrows beneath
are hiding inside
those bodies of mine
are nothing to fear
and nothing to hide
beside my own star.
oh, it is so far!
my legs are all worn,
my insides are torn
from all of those feelings
inside of the ceilings
that hide my true form
inside of the storm
that lives in your body.
oh, no, you’re not a nobody.
the cries and the deeps
inside of the steeps
make me forget
the day and the step.
but life’s just a dream,
my blood is a stream
of happy and joy,
of tool and of toy,
of smiling nobody
on top of my body.
my tongue likes to like your world whole.
you beautiful, arrogant, selfish asshole.
What started as a genuine reading experience quickly faded into boring writing with fake thriller and never ending revolutions, that it seemed to completely miss the point. I don’t really know what the point was, but it missed it.
After reading Divergent, I dived right into Insurgent expecting the low-quality of the middle book ever so often experienced by trilogies these days.
Yes, Insurgent was as bad as expected, and I won’t delve on that right now. Instead, I’ll focus on the mess that is Allegiant, which promised us resolve of so many kinds and delivered none of that, and that whole shebang infuriated me.
Allegiant is not even a hot mess of a book, it just seems that everything is plastered over anything, like a homeless collage of shit that doesn’t belong together. Yes, I’ve read worse books than this one, but this didn’t have a proper ending, the characters are not evolving into something that resembles a functional human being, all their actions are child’s play at best and the lack of motivation is overwhelming.
There are some awkward love triangles, but then they’re not, revolutions are starting at every corner, with very little finality whatsoever, and all that suspense inducing lexicon is annoying.
The only quality I can think of when writing the word Allegiant over and over again is that it has the courage to kill its main character, namely the boring „small and little and petite child like” Tris Prior, in a final effort to raise some emotion from its readers. The only thing it got from me was a „thank god something finally happened here”.
To continue saying that this book is a contender for the spot the The Hunger Games trilogy currently holds is just a bad joke.
Men tend to hit women, either with words chosen to hurt, either with blows that make you say „I fell”, „I tripped”, „I hit a door”, because balancing strength and humanity is a difficult task, apparently.
Whenever they have nothing else to say about your faults, they always start with non sense like „slut”, „cow”, „bitch”, „stupid”, and so on, because whenever they’re out of reasons they hate you, it’s easier to offend you.
I’m not always a feminist, but I can’t help but be disturbed by this behavior. I, as a woman, was called names either because I made my male counterpart feel weak or small or stupid, or because I have ignored male attention at some point.
Don’t get me wrong, but these situations make it seem like men sometimes want us submissive and obedient, and they act like little children unused to opinions different from their own.
Yes, women are mean to each other, and their words might sting a little bit more, if told with the right tone and choice of lettering. But men tend to go and offend that very part of you that makes you doubt yourself, just because they know it’s easier. It’s easy to overthrow a woman by saying she’s fat, because she’ll start fasting. It’s easier to make her take a one way trip to guilt town by saying she’s a slut, cause she’ll go home and start counting every little kiss she gave during her short lifetime. It’s easier to make her doubt her own intelligence by saying she’s stupid, cause she’ll think why the fuck is she so stupid to stay with a scumbag like you.
These steps I’m stepping,
These breaths I’m breathing,
My heart keeps breaking,
I keep crashing.
These words I’m mouthing,
These kisses I’m not kissing,
I keep forgetting
The notions I’m expecting.
These trials of mine
Are drowning in the wine
I forgot to drink last night.
I might as well have my last fight.
Back from that time when the ’90s were awesome, and times were simpler, and Katie Holmes was still Joey. Which reminds me, I have to start watching Dawson’s Creek again.
High school and hearts are broken. Do you still remember those dreams?
Orasul cu lumini spalate
De zeci si mii de pacate
Deschide usi si-nchide minti,
Te mesteca si te ingroapa langa sfinti.
Nici nu mai stii de unde vii,
Pe unde ti-ai lasat avantul nu mai stii.
Dar stii c-ai ingropat si vise, si parinti,
Si i-ai lasat gramada, scrasnind din dinti.
N-ai timp de ganduri si de tine,
Lumina se inchide inauntru si e bine.
Ai si uitat de mortii din morminte,
Iar gandurile tale-s doar cuvinte.
Throwback Thursday has no meaning in this realm, the Romanian windy sh*thole I live in, so I’m always waiting for people to ask what the hell is TBT.
For me, TBT is the memories I ran from, I grew up from, I enjoyed and I learned from. Those memories are what made me, in the end, my beautiful, awesome self that graces the earth today.
SO today I picked Rite of Spring to express what I forgotten for a few days. I’m glad all that darkness is over. Enjoy!
I was locked all day in the summer heat,
In a small brown house in Suburban Street, With a skateboard and my shit guitar, I’d dream all day that they would get me far,
My dad would ask me about my grades,
The asshole sports that I never played.
And then I’d ask about the girls he’d date,
Behind our backs when mom would stay up late.
It was near when I turned sixteen,
Got kicked out of school, and so it seemed
that things were closing in and ready to blow, My dad moved out about that year or so,
It took an hour to start a punk rock band
To offset my fucked up family land And as I held my mom would start to cry I swore ourselves a better life
If I had a chance for another try, I wouldn’t change a thing It’s made me all of who I am inside And if I could thank god That I am here, and that I am alive And everyday I wake I tell myself a little harmless lie The whole wide world is mine
The summers gone, the years have passed, My friends have changed, a few did last,
The smallest dreams got pushed aside,
The largest ones that changed my life, And all I wish for has come to pass From Rock N Roll, to love and cash It’s all success if it’s what you need Do what you like and do it honestly
If I had a chance for another try,
I wouldn’t change a thing
It’s made me all of who I am inside
And if I could thank god
That I am here, and that I am alive
And everyday I wake
I tell myself a little harmless lie
The whole wide world is mine
