I'm one of those teenagers influenced by Virgin Suicide.
Thy soul shall find itself alone
'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone;
Not one, of all the crowd, to pry
Into thine hour of secrecy.
Be silent in that solitude,
Which is not loneliness- for then
The spirits of the dead, who stood
In life before thee, are again
In death around thee, and their will
Shall overshadow thee; be still.
The night, though clear, shall frown,
And the stars shall not look down
From their high thrones in the Heaven
With light like hope to mortals given,
But their red orbs, without beam,
To thy weariness shall seem
As a burning and a feverWhich would cling to thee for ever.
Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish,
Now are visions ne'er to vanish;
From thy spirit shall they pass
No more, like dew-drop from the grass.
The breeze, the breath of God, is still,
And the mist upon the hill
Shadowy, shadowy, yet unbroken,
Is a symbol and a token.
How it hangs upon the trees,
A mystery of mysteries!
I enjoy to show you my draws and my collages.
Whenyouarestranger is my tumblr, I do it for 3years I think (or 4 maybe..)
Oh! Sometimes with my friend Alicia we do some videos. I'll show you :)
Like Kerouck says (well, said*) “the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.”
I'm not very confident, haha, so I prefer put some quotes of other people. There is always a little sentence or a poem which can traduce your fellings.
A phrase for could be "dans la lune". It's french and it meens dizzy
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