THE SPACE THAT'S IN BETWEEN INSANE AND INSECURE. |
 The name's Manuwell. Born July 6, 1990, Limburg, where I've lived about my entire life now.I do hope to move to London one day. I dunno why, london always has facinated me.I'm a fairly peaceful kid, laid back and like to chill. I'm not much into parties and all that, no need to sit around and watch drunk people make an ass of themselves, I prefer little get-togethers.I'm straightedge. That means no alcohol, no drugs, no cigarettes, no loveless sex(one night stands, fuck-buddies,..). I know, how do i stay amused right ?Relationships is something i'm never any good at, I always tend to choose the wrong people,sometimes even the right. But it always ends up the same anyways. Either end up getting hurt myself or end up hurting them. I truly wish that i could just find someone who i could spend eternity with.(Who ever that may be , i already love you!) |
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I’m not good with drastic changes.
Well actually that’s not true, let me rephrase that.Changes mean new beginnings.And new beginnings mean endings. I’m not good with endings. I can appreciate that it’s so, definite. Endings have this stillness about them. Something seizing existence.It has this innate beauty. In that tiny moment between an ending and a new beginning there’s this vacuum. This split second of nothingness where the world reboots. That split second, right in the middle of that vacuum. Time loses it’s fluidity and I feel at ease. I feel still and steady, fastening for the storm of the universe rushing towards me from the horizon of my vacuum. Crashing into my bubble and obliterating it. And then, just like that, something has been torn away from me. Something ended. Something new began. And life flows on like nothing happened and the wheel of ages just keeps on churning. I’m not good with the carelessness of the world.
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Notes What is Love?
When you fall in love, it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake, and then it subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots are become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the desire to mate every second of the day. It is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every part of your body. No… don’t blush. I am telling you some truths. For that is just being in love; which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over, when being in love has burned away..
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