tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43613496742490294822011-10-01T20:11:41.840+01:00...noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361349674249029482.post-35780945952152226692011-06-30T18:53:00.002+01:002011-06-30T18:58:11.619+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XnvaUxavUIc/Tgy4rBVXKnI/AAAAAAAACHQ/UXT9K0vuGzs/s1600/100_2726.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XnvaUxavUIc/Tgy4rBVXKnI/AAAAAAAACHQ/UXT9K0vuGzs/s400/100_2726.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624073083910826610" /></a><br /><br />" I could stay a while<br />But sooner or later I'll break your smile<br />And I can tell a joke<br />But one of these days I'm bound to choke<br />And we could share a kiss<br />But I feel like I can't go through with this<br />And I bet we could build a home<br />But I know the right thing for me to do<br />Is to leave you alone "<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361349674249029482-3578094595215222669?l=d-ora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>...noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361349674249029482.post-64844568972369540812011-06-19T21:03:00.006+01:002011-06-19T21:10:46.148+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oqsojxlw2x8/Tf5WLaipAKI/AAAAAAAACHI/vOr8Cl7lw3k/s1600/100_2041s.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 365px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oqsojxlw2x8/Tf5WLaipAKI/AAAAAAAACHI/vOr8Cl7lw3k/s400/100_2041s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620024139108122786" /></a><br /><br />" Dress like we do,<br />Speak like we do,<br />Think like we do.<br /><br />Obey...<br /><br />You're so perfect when you lie "<br /><br /><iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_LcI1V05JX0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361349674249029482-6484456897236954081?l=d-ora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>...noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361349674249029482.post-84381967446222691382010-10-22T00:01:00.013+01:002011-06-30T19:00:48.418+01:00<span style="font-weight:bold;">2011-01-26</span><br /><br />ET je me suis mis à mentir, pour garder un faux sourire. Pour que ce soit plus facile. Pour qu’on me foute la paix. Pour ne pas être blessée face au mépris/incompréhension/froid/colère de ceux qui on vu cette autre partie de ma nature. <br /><br />Je me sens seule, triste et en colère. Colère contre moi-même pour ne pas être mieux, pour ne pas aller mieux. Colère contre les autres pour leurs maladresses, les peines qu’ils m’infligent en plus, pour leur inutilité. <br /><br />C’est l’ironie des situations qui me sont inappropriées. Et je commence à vraiment manquer d’humour pour en rire. On m'offre ce que je désirais tant… quand je n’en veux plus. TIME'S UP! Comique de situation. Et quand j’ai besoin d’une chose, on m’en prive. Sevrage forcé, amère. Il ne faut rien attendre des gens. Je n'arrive pas à m'y résigner. Parfois je cherche dans les autres la force de me battre pour moi même. Erreur - Anomalie - Atypie.<br /> <br /><br />Je n’ai plus envie de répondre aux « ça va » vides de sens. Alors parfois je ne réponds plus du tout. <br /><br />FUCK YOU EVERYBODY<br /><br />… mais puisque je ne m’aime ni dans cet état, ni dans cette période, il faut que je change. Il faut que je me donne les moyens d’être celle que je veux être. <br />à suivre... <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img31.imageshack.us/img31/4567/maintz.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 403px;" src="http://img31.imageshack.us/img31/4567/maintz.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361349674249029482-8438196744622269138?l=d-ora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>...noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361349674249029482.post-51650671560043591332010-10-21T18:35:00.003+01:002010-10-21T18:41:06.785+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img137.imageshack.us/img137/740/bonnetoile2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 520px;" src="http://img137.imageshack.us/img137/740/bonnetoile2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361349674249029482-5165067156004359133?l=d-ora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>...noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361349674249029482.post-79695061476116128642010-10-21T18:19:00.010+01:002011-02-10T08:58:52.527Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img137.imageshack.us/img137/527/insomnie.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 750px;" src="http://img137.imageshack.us/img137/527/insomnie.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361349674249029482-7969506147611612864?l=d-ora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>...noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4361349674249029482.post-88532441895649593312010-04-22T00:34:00.003+01:002010-09-07T05:29:24.790+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img38.imageshack.us/img38/1061/pftime.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 387px; height: 640px;" src="http://img38.imageshack.us/img38/1061/pftime.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4361349674249029482-8853244189564959331?l=d-ora.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>...noreply@blogger.com0