The moment when you realize a child living in total poverty is more happy than you are. Money truly cannot buy happiness. I am in pursuit of that happiness.
You know what’s kind of beautiful?
In French, you don’t really say, “I miss you.”
You say, “Tu me manques,” which is closer to, “You are missing from me.”
I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb or an organ, or blood. I cannot function, without you.
365 days of my life- fifth day, not many people here know that I was gothic as a child. Well, since my little legs I always listened to the rock, metal, punk music, even if i didn’t understand anything. So, how I was growing up my passion for a metal and rock music was bigger and bigger. I became a true gothic child.
Even then I was totaly different. A lot of people in my school was like “haha, look at thaz freak!” or “this child is going to be a serial killer one day”.
And then, at age, hmm, 13? I started to listen other genres of music too. I started with blues, jazz, country and I fell in love. AND FINALLY, on the my 13 summer, I started to listen reggae, and “study” about rastafarian people, culture and so.. But, I still listen to metal and rock. It is my first love.
Huh, from the Child Of Darkness i became a true Rastaman :))
btw. i wasn’t gothic at the moment when i took this picture. It was just for one project in the school about my life. Taken about 2 years ago.
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I’m pretty sure it’s rude to hyperventilate at strangers, but I’m tired and he is playing a lute. A. Lute. Do you you have any idea how much I love lutes and the sounds they produce? I suppose now you do. Also he looks so lost in thought/music. Eeh.
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