I feel like that sometimes.

I love the colours here...there is a forboding atmosphere lurking behind, underneath...anywhere but where you can see. Brilliance!

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Live like you mean it.

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Absolutely perfect and awesome and full of glee.

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May dreams be brought that I might reach
the gentle strains of midnight speech
and frozen stars that gild the forest floor.
[Cradle of Filth, "A Dream of Wolves in the Snow"]

thanks!
it's just the way i was feeling for most of the past few days ..

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.. l'enfer est d'autres personnes ..
Jean-Paul Sartre

aaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrggggggghhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhh!!!!

i feel much better now. thank you.

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.. l'enfer est d'autres personnes ..
Jean-Paul Sartre

this actually makes me more... lost. it makes me want to cry. then again.. lately i just seem to cry at everything. still, this touches me pretty deep.

..don't take that in a naughty way.

actually.. go on, take it in a naughty way.


yeaahh you wanted to.

<3

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i was about to call your comment 'impenetrable', then thought the better of it.



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.. l'enfer est d'autres personnes ..
Jean-Paul Sartre

That's awful. I hope creating this helped to relieve some of that tension.

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May dreams be brought that I might reach
the gentle strains of midnight speech
and frozen stars that gild the forest floor.
[Cradle of Filth, "A Dream of Wolves in the Snow"]

maybe my eyes are tired (i can see black and white dots everywhere so that's a definite possibility) but she seems fuzzy and like a flickering television image, caught behind a window i don't remember being there before. it's going to sound silly and made up but this makes me feel very much like a small child, makes me want to reach out clumsily and grab her to make sure she's real because i can't quite tell. and with the intersecting sky and sea it's like i'm seeing for the first time that things aren't black and white, that people are flesh and insubstantial, that there's no law or rule that says the things you think you can see sometimes aren't unreal, that strange feeling when you're screaming and you find an empty pocket in your chest that you didn't know before, and you wonder what you lost. i think my throat is beginning to hurt from looking at this.

I think I took that photo just for you. I can't imagine a more perfect use for it. This image is really...

... just wow. It expresses THAT feeling without question.

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"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but it may be necessary from time to time to give the stupid or misinformed beholder a black eye." -- Miss Piggy

that feeling is hard to articulate, isn't it?
maybe that's the purpose of art, to say the unsayable ..

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.. l'enfer est d'autres personnes ..
Jean-Paul Sartre