Zoe's art
this blog is an escape, from all of crowded, loud and noisy social networks. A few reflections, some art, a lot of life.
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Photo reblogged from Liam Said he Loves me;
do it.
Seriously, this is perfect.
Wow.. So Beautiful
im crying omfg this made my night
let’s see
Read this… Please.
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Link reblogged from Something that no one cares about
I don’t get them. Seriously, do they really think, that calling me ‘dumpling’ will… I dont know, CHANGE ANYTHING? I was always curious, why people are so mean, with no reason. Why do they hate so much. For example: you know this boys’ band called “One Direction”, right? So there’s this guy, Zayn, who has a Pakistani origin and is the Muslim. And I remeber I read once, that some people hate on him on the internet. Like they said to him that he’s a terrorist and that kind of stuff. I would really like to meet those people and ask them WHY did they said that, because I’m pretty sure they had no actual reason, maybe except jealousy or/and malice. All in all I think it’s sad that those people are so incredibly bored/complexed/full of poison/powerless/deprived of life sense so they HAVE TO pick on somebody else. It’s just sad and I can honestly say that I feel sorry for them, as much as I don’t understand their behavior and I think what they’re doing is awful.
People are not supposed to be that rude, whether on the internet or in a real life. Probably most of them don’t even realize how dangerous their action can be. Let’s face it - hundreds of teenagers commited suicides because of other people’s hate. I don’t favor suicides, but I can’t imagine living when you feel like a piece of trash all the time, because the others still repeat to you that you’re worthless, that your birth’s day was a mistake, that you’re not supposed to exist.
We should take care of our humanity until we still have got one.
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Back seats full of papers.
Thoughts are full of lies.
Streets are full of strangers,
talkin’ & talkin’ & talkin’ like ALL
THE TIME.
Oh, God, please
give me a break.
Oh, God, please
give me a break
Another breaking news.
Another giant Sale.
Another day with you,
Don’t feel like, don’t feel like, don’t feel like
you’re there.
Oh, God, please
give me a break.
Oh, God, please
give me a brak.
It’s rainy day again.
Coffe has already cool.
And the air is full of prayers,
And words spoken,words spoken, words spoken out
far to soon.
Oh, God, please
give me a break.
Oh, God, please
give me a break.
Give me a way to run away, I
really don’t feel like I can stay, thats
Almost impossible mass of the mess I have done.
Your souls’s not in danger as long as you don’t understand.
Forgive me the words that I kept for myself in my head.
Whenever I try to say something it turns to the bad.
Oh, God,
please give me a break. -
Chat reblogged from Something that no one cares about
- Me: Sometimes I feel like a huge burrito, made of problems, craziness, fears, hopes, dreams, awkwardness and music.
- BFF: Dude, You just perfectly described my whole, pointless existance... I could not express it any better myself.
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Photoset reblogged from crying over nialler
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I was at cemetery a few days ago, with no reason…
I was just…in that MOOD, you know, so I grabbed my camera (despite I’m not such a great photographer. I was never really interested in photography) and took some photos. I choosed the monuments that I deemed as the most beautiful at whole cementary. I think they are just… incredible. Old, misterius, sad, melancholic…
As for the middle photo… One day I saw a TV show about photography, just because I had nothing else to do, and I remember the spiker said: every picture tells the story. It is such a cool sentences, but what I really think, is that every picture LET US TO MAKE UP OUR OWN STORY. For example: we will never know what happend to the photos on the middle picture, but we can have some suspicious, like… a strong wind that hit them with a branch. Isn’t it magical about photography?
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- Mom: Why did you throw a perfectly good box of blackberries away?!
- Me: Those are nightlock Pee----Mom!
- Mom: If you keep on acting weird, I'll have to take away all your Hunger Games stuff.
- Me: I just can't afford to think like that.
- Mom: I'll burn the stuff. I mean it.
- Me: FIRE IS CATCHING! AND IF WE BURN, YOU'LL BURN WITH US!
