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vassilea
- Brooklyn NY
- Last Record: 2013-02-02 11:56:56 -0500
- Joined: Jan 16, 2012
- www.facebook.com/vassilea
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Billie
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are we cursed or blessed, who will pass the test to corrupt the mind of the prophets that have cut the throats, full of anecdotes of the ones who dare to disc... |
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I fall on my knees to see what's there below to fill my lungs with dirt, to melt like snow and barter my skin for paint and bridges
going o... |
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keep me close to temptation for i love being a sinner especially this evening that all the Do's and Don'ts stir up my immigrant soul especially tonight that the full moon... |
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A colorful tree is taking us on a trip to god knows where like a swing in the sky like a step of the beat hopping in the middle of a circle smashing the mirro... |
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Lights connected to eachother, An electric whisper traversing air Covered with night, starlit sky over my head Mixed smell of wet wood and air Giv... |
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What's the window on a forehead good for When covered in make up? If u can't see the cracks, avenues traveled, When a face s... |
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* Hey there! There is some snow footage, only it's not hi res...
I was playing with the concept of fire so there is a lot of night light involved..
i meant to use layers of really cool videos i ve seen - but my laptop was like "no u won't" so it didn't happen- i went n shot some stuff...
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I had a dream an hour ago or so, I was a ladybug crawling on your forehead, tickling your skin, sliding through the slope of your nose, dangling from the chipped side of your lips that contain potions of love and of gardens. After i traveled every pore and mountain every valley of your skin, After i stood on your crown with my ladybug sword fighting monsters and dragons, I slid down to your ear singing lullabies in my own strange language and you must've understood cause you kept smiling laying in your hammock along the golden beach. After a long while and as the sun begun to set within the warmth of your rapture i fell asleep on the inside curve of your ear Happy in my own little hammock |
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A tree’s growing on your forehead Dreams and visions are sparkling on the branches, Lighting up the whole place |
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night is my favo(u)rite time of the day cause i can fly ^ ^
erm..wasn't sure whether to upload it or not...here it is anyway
The heart rate looks weird..Maybe a proper illustration? xxx
You were born in the mist of 11/11
On a night of mysterious glow,
As the shadows prepare your celestial spiral
You are bound by the name
Anonymous
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He stood by the gate, seizing chances.. In this moonlit rapture, silhouette of dark structure making his way into the lonely city
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As he walked by toward the exit, our sleeves met in slow motion.. I closed my eyes and pretend he was my lover |
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He stood by the gate, seizing chances.. In this moonlit rapture, silhouette of dark structure making his way into the lonely city
( there u go Gaby! the shadow collab is sooo cool! i wish i could draw or sth close to that :) i ll try some more tiny stories- might revise this one too) |
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Phrases that make no sense and can totally fuck u up
You're a girl, therefore u...
Can’t ride motorcycles
Can't play soccer
Stay out late? -oh well, it's fine for your brother
Cannot misbehave cause someone will take advantage of u and the world will have u named and fingerpointed. For boys it's different, the world forgets and shows more compassion cause they don't mature as quick (What?)
Need to think of what will people say if… What will people think of if…
May like to do things but u're only allowed to do certain ones...and let your hair grow cuz everybody thinks you're a boy
Are expectated to grow up, study (not necessarily) and start a family. No one will want to merry you after a certain age... and don't give me those ideas about not believing in marriage, that's only when you’re not wanted..or because you're gay..And that's even worse
Shouldn't talk back like you do or ask all these questions; nor should you be bolder than a man cause you will scare him and you'll be left alone-(meaning: Who's gonna look after you?)
'Re lucky you don't live in a country where they stone women to death when being raped...
-Ok. No, he shouldn’t attack her BUT it would ve been prevented if her clothes were not as provoking
PS.There's so much more than that and i can only speak for what i know but somehow it all connects around the concept of; when 2 people of the "opposite sex" do the exact same thing, how is that seen through an entirely different prism...i'd say that stands for race, sexual orientation, status and so on.
{I guess people do buy that shit and unfortunately it costs a lot more than just money- It costs confusion, friendships,loss,generations and patterns..(which reminds me of Mass Destruction by Faithless) only to serve the growth of ignorace, when all the circle needs is the spiral to expand in width n height, from the heart}
With love n red cheecks,
V
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When the night falls I become tiny, cuddled within the drapes of your sheets and as you breathe, I sway on your belly |
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As he walked by toward the exit, our sleeves met in slow motion.. I closed my eyes and pretend he was my lover |
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Hey y'all, hope you'r doing wonderfully! Recently i started developing a physical theater project & this is footage from rehersals that i'm taping. It's pretty raw and there's no sound...sorry..i hope it comes out decent <3
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It won’t fit. I hold it in my hand and it slips. As I reach out to touch, distance breathes in me Exhaling dreams and bubbles Pure wine, let the drops go and the wind will crack open the skin Leaves of green and gold in the midst of fall In a magical gesture i'll set you free
Refuge of my youth inhabit the nails, scratch down the mask Layer after layer Is it smoke you set free, little flames bursting within Or a glass raised to love, those who know how it feels to be conquered How to make ends meet, crown to heels and toes and hold on to the cracks of unspoken
But who will toss and turn and burn and pluck Shadows in our pillow In this massacre of beloved ones Seeking peace at the edge of a window
SETISOPPO Fortunate lyric i wanna climb up your chest We're on a mission to conquer Till the last drop of breath Sweat is bathing my darkness, melt you dark melt Beams of fire and sunset, till the last drop of breath When the lights go out, see how soft that is Sheets will swallow our fear, let the light take its place |
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A fly is dancing on my window, looks like she's having fun but rather panicking for being on a state of no exits trying to escape into the first chills of October
This day looks like fall dressed in blue and purple like a slender man, a man walking on his life's tight rope under the rain, through facts yelling their name like guilt trying to grab from his jacket and hair, making the wrinkle on his forehead look deeper
What happens next is in his heart, words exchanged in black and white doors shut and backs turning lips taste cold heart's bouncing so close to the throat car stripes making him dizzy illustrating a figure that's moving away, ask the candyman for some sugar licking and mending on your way to the hill. |
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