love will tear us apart

love will tear us apart

This is what happens, guys.
You meet a man online, you’re all over him and you know what? He is suddenly gazillion miles away and 10 years older than you.

This is what happens, guys.

You meet a man online, you’re all over him and you know what? He is suddenly gazillion miles away and 10 years older than you.

"Confidence is ignorance. If you’re feeling cocky, it’s because there’s something you don’t know."

Eoin Colfer, Artemis Fowl (via observando)

Day to day.

Day to day.

(if you’re reading it - sorry for my english)     I’m starting to feel like something strange, weird haunts me. It has a face of a pretty young woman with snow-white hair. Her eyes are blue, she looks a bit ill, her skin - almost transparent. She never touches the ground, she is always floating around, whispering in my ear."You can do better. You can, I believe in you…"     Huh. Who thought I would see art in her eyes? Who thought I would try to look like her? Her thin fingers pierce my shoulders but there’s no pain. Only happiness. 
     She was right. I could do better. Actually, I’m still going forward. I don’t cut - I have never cut myself in my life. I don’t drink or smoke - beauty must be eternal. I cut down on food - this thing is only for survival. I feel better, I live happily, I inspire people. All because of her. She doesn’t have a name but she has a lot of faces. Sickness is my muse.     My name is Adamia Harrison and I am sick.
- 14.04.14

(if you’re reading it - sorry for my english)

     I’m starting to feel like something strange, weird haunts me. It has a face of a pretty young woman with snow-white hair. Her eyes are blue, she looks a bit ill, her skin - almost transparent. She never touches the ground, she is always floating around, whispering in my ear.
"You can do better. You can, I believe in you…"
     Huh. Who thought I would see art in her eyes? Who thought I would try to look like her? Her thin fingers pierce my shoulders but there’s no pain. Only happiness. 

     She was right. I could do better. Actually, I’m still going forward. I don’t cut - I have never cut myself in my life. I don’t drink or smoke - beauty must be eternal. I cut down on food - this thing is only for survival. I feel better, I live happily, I inspire people. All because of her. She doesn’t have a name but she has a lot of faces. Sickness is my muse.
     My name is Adamia Harrison and I am sick.

- 14.04.14