Что почитать: свежие записи из разных блогов

Записи с тэгом #Behaviorism из разных блогов

Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»

R/D/

 

 

I have dreamed so much of you,

Walked so often, talked so often with you,

Loved your shadow so much.

Nothing is left me of you.

Nothing is left of me but a shadow among shadows,

A being a hundred times more shadowy than a shadow,

A shadowy being who comes, and comes again, in your sunlit life.

 

Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»

J/A/

I wish, as well as everybody else, to be perfectly happy; but, like everybody else, it must be in my own way.

Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»

D/K/

When you can’t be honest with people, you can’t ever relax with them.

Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»

B/T/

 

 

My heart is not captured easily. I am

disinterested in small talk,

disillusioned with love, and too focused

on my dreams and aspirations to

lend anybody my attention for long.

But if we make that connection,

if you find your way into my heart,

God, I will fall for you like gravity has

let go of the earth.”

Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»

B/T/

 

 

I want to fall to sleep with you,

and I could care less

whether it is in

layers upon layers

of clothing

or оnly our skin -

all I really want is to wake up

not knowing

where I end and you begin.

 

Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»

D/D/M/

…I like simple things, books, being alone, or with somebody who understands.

Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»

J/G/

I’ve always liked quiet people: You never know if they’re dancing in a daydream or if they’re carrying the weight of the world.

Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»

J/A/

And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.

 

Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»

* * *

I am made of little rooms full of thoughts, emotions and memories. You cannot define me by listening to me оnce. I’m too complex.

Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»

P/N/

 

 

Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because –

because – I don’t know how to say it: a day is long

and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station

when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.

 

Don’t leave me, even for an hour, because

then the little drops of anguish will all run together,

the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift

into me, choking my lost heart.

 

Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve оn the beach;

may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.

 

Don’t leave me for a second, my dearest,

because in that moment you’ll have gone so far

I’ll wander mazily over all the earth, asking,

Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?

 

 


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