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You can't run with the foxes and yet hunt with the wolf
Bring Me The Horizon - Fox And The WolfThere was once a girl who believed that her whole life is an endless movie. Everything that ever happened to her were episodes that she would look back to again and again. Some she would hold in a certain pocket, so that she could remember them precisely with all the details: with that instantaneous lighting, with exactly the same touch of wind and colors, with particular taste that memory would bring out.

That girl had an impeccable disorder of seeing things differently. Things and views which wouldn’t even make other people to turn their heads would make her eyes wide: click, click, click. Although, one thing that actually made them to turn their heads was her speaking with hell knows who, shouting “I have it! I have it!”. She always needed someone to share her discoveries with, mostly not because she was so excited about it but more because she wanted to proclaim her royal vigilance. The loud and proud disaster type.

She would catch beautiful, good, rich moments but as she stepped as a cold, curious, bohemian dragonfly (yes – stepped!), she would also equally capture ugly and toxic ones. What do you think was her end? Cold heart shattered because of the poisonous abstractions? No. It was poisonous only to the weak and something different to the stronger. Her end was never there because it was endless clicks in her head.

If you ever hear “I have it” from the whispers of the wind, know: not only she’s catching, but also hunting you.
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Like my photography on Facebook l Formspring l last.fm

You can't run with the foxes and yet hunt with the wolf
Bring Me The Horizon - Fox And The WolfThere was once a girl who believed that her whole life is an endless movie. Everything that ever happened to her were episodes that she would look back to again and again. Some she would hold in a certain pocket, so that she could remember them precisely with all the details: with that instantaneous lighting, with exactly the same touch of wind and colors, with particular taste that memory would bring out.

That girl had an impeccable disorder of seeing things differently. Things and views which wouldn’t even make other people to turn their heads would make her eyes wide: click, click, click. Although, one thing that actually made them to turn their heads was her speaking with hell knows who, shouting “I have it! I have it!”. She always needed someone to share her discoveries with, mostly not because she was so excited about it but more because she wanted to proclaim her royal vigilance. The loud and proud disaster type.

She would catch beautiful, good, rich moments but as she stepped as a cold, curious, bohemian dragonfly (yes – stepped!), she would also equally capture ugly and toxic ones. What do you think was her end? Cold heart shattered because of the poisonous abstractions? No. It was poisonous only to the weak and something different to the stronger. Her end was never there because it was endless clicks in her head.

If you ever hear “I have it” from the whispers of the wind, know: not only she’s catching, but also hunting you.
featured in Let me swim inside your body
featured in Mademoiselle Juliette
featured in Thanks dear anonymous for 13 month premium*
featured in Amazingly Beautiful #52