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Johnny Cash - Out Among The Stars

It’s midnight at a liquor store in Texas
Closing time another day is done
When a boy walked in the door and points a pistol
He can’t find a job, but Lord, he’s found a gun

He pulls it off with no trace of confrontation
That he lets the old man run out in the street
Even though he knows they’ll come with guns a blazing
Already he can feel that great relief

Oh, how many travelers get weary
Bearing both their burdens and their scars
Don’t you think they’d love to start all over
And fly like eagles out among the stars?

He pictures the arrival of the cruisers
Sees that old familiar anger in their eyes
He knows that when they’re shooting at this loser
They’ll be aiming at the demons in their lives

Oh, how many travelers get weary
Bearing both their burdens and their scars
Don’t you think they’d love to start all over
And fly like eagles out among the stars?

The evening news carried all the details
He dies in every living room in town
In his own a bottle’s thrown in anger
And his father cries, he’ll never live this down

Oh, how many travelers get weary
Bearing both their burdens and their scars
Don’t you think they’d love to start all over
And fly like eagles out among the stars?

 

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Beautiful Bitch.

J’ai toujours pensé que je l’oublierai, qu’avec le temps les choses finiraient par passer. Mais ce n’est pas le cas. J’ai lu énormément, j’ai regardé beaucoup de films, j’ai été voir différentes expositions, j’ai rencontré de nouvelles personnes, j’ai avancé dans mon travail et malgré tout… Rien ne change. Je ne sais pas très bien quel changement j’attends mais je sens qu’il manque quelque chose. J’avance, mais j’avance sans elle. Pourtant je ne cherche pas à la revoir, ou à lui parler à nouveau. C’est juste son souvenir qui me hante.

C’est dingue de s’attacher autant à nos histoires passées. Et ce qui est encore plus dingue, c’est que chacun d’entre nous sait que tout ça recommencera.

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Warsan Shire.

The year of letting go, of understanding loss. grace. of the word ‘no’ and also being able to say ‘you are not kind’. the year of humanity/humility. when the whole world couldn’t get out of bed. everyone i’ve met this year, says the same thing ‘you are so easy to be around, how do you do that?’. the year i broke open and dug out all the rot with own hands. the year i learnt small talk. and how to smile at strangers. the year i understood that i am my best when i reach out and ask ‘do you want to be my friend?’. the year of sugar, everywhere. softness. sweetness. honey honey. the year of being alone, and learning how much i like it. the year of hugging people i don’t know, because i want to know them. the year i made peace and love, right here.

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Why can’t I be strong and just confront all my fears?

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