the fact that they changed the lyrics de sous les étoiles (stars) and got rid of:
"je ne faiblirait pas/tant qu'il ne sera pas/à genoux devant moi" (I won't weaken until he's on his knees before me)
for
"je le poursuivrais/tant qu'il ne sera pas/repris et condamné" (i will chase him until he's taken and condemn)
is CRIMINAL.
missing the way someone used to be is such a restless type of longing. it’s not love or hatred. it’s just forever living with the gap in your life they once filled and won't ever again because they aren't that person anymore
staying over at your parents is like. wow I’ve spent some of the worst times of my life here feeling trapped and alone. I’m so glad I don’t live here anymore. I’m so sad I’ll never live in the same house as my siblings ever again. I miss being a child. I miss living with my family. or maybe I miss the concept of a happy family. the idea of something I never truly had. I’ve cried in this bed so many times. things have changed so much. I feel the ghosts of my younger selves in this room still. it’s good to be home.
I just found the funniest font ever
Like. What is this. Why is this. Who is the target audience of this?
Wasted, Marya Hornbacher / . / . / . / painting by Mladen Ilic / Paul Auster / Letters To Milena, Franz Kafka / Wide Sargasso Sea, Jean Rhys / The Departure Of The Train, Clarice Lispector / Beau Taplin