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New Account!

1 min read
...because the name "falathiel" sucks ASS.
SRSLY.

:iconseriouscatplz:


GO LOVE la-nausee because because it's me and you do love me. :giggle: I will just collect the stuff I like the most and keep on uploading from there. I ain't no falathiel. I'm not a fantasy lover, and I never really was :lol: - but The Nausea will always be the existentialist manifest. I doubt I will grow out of existentialism. Due to personal reasons, I just know it. No worries there. :lol:

You cna find me both in here and there. :nod: Thank joo.

Peace out, homies.
[I will kill who taught me the line, I just have to say it! :shakefist:
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Uh.

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If I don't become a very, very social person lately, don't get worried. As if you would. Just don't get mad if I don't respond.

I won't stop working on poetry, the news article [I haven't forgotten Steph.. have you? :evillaugh:] and stuff but... well. I don't know. I feel too tired.

:yawn:
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Bawwing Is No Fun. D:

2 min read
And I don't want my obviously baww'ing journal staring at me even though this means no CSS in profile page. :D

DAMNIT ALREADY MUM COME HOME SO I CAN BUY MYSELF A JUICY SUB :shakefist:

So let's all applaud for the tag from forWinds!

The rules:

1. Post these rules.
2. You have to post eight things about yourself.
3. At the end, you have to choose and tag eight people and post their icons on the same journal.
4. Go to their pages and send a message saying you tagged them.
5. No tag-backs.

1- I'm 14 and I'm a 10th grader, while all my classmates are 15 or 16 and I won't be allowed to drink in my first year of the college but ofc, who gives a fuck? I'm drinkin' anyway :lol:
2- I'm a daydreamer who basically lives on dreams, so the fact that I have no dreams for the future is annoying. I daydream all the time, about many stuff.
3- Outside, I stare at people passing by and write their stories in my head.
4- My attention span can vary from clinging to the teacher to learn more [approx. 5 hrs :lol:] to 5 minutes.
5- I can hate everything and love everything 15 minutes later.
6- I'm one of those lazy-stubborn types. Nobody can make me do something I don't want to do. Nobody. I SAID NOBODY!
7- I'm an existentialist and socialist. As if you didn't know. BUT NOW, I FEEL WISE ENOUGH TO CONSIDER MYSELF AS ONE D: [lol, an ant is wiser than me. :flirty:]
8- I'm a hand fetishist. The hands of a person is equally important as his/her face in my attraction scale. :eyes:

The end :3
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SRS CAT IZ SRS D:

7 min read
:iconseriouscatplz:

My dear friend has sold us out. Gwr... We're playing WoW together and he says he's bored after 2 weeks and that he will play in a new server with more people and his friends and expects me not to get pissed off and says "do you play for me anyway?" CLEARLY I WAS CONSIDERING TO PLAY WITH A FRIEND WHILE ALMOST GETTING RAPED BY SOME 20-YR-OLD TO BUY THAT STUPID EXPANSION AND MIGRATING TO YOUR DAMN SERVER D:
Anyways. He should do whatever pleases him.


I started drawing again but just practice so nothing to submit yet. AAND my guitar teacher is coming baaaack! :w00t:

But this doesnt change the fact that I'm pissed off a lot. I mean, does he play for his friends? On which ground he asks me if I play for him while he is leaving to play for his friends? :iconragefaceplz:

...

That's it, I guess. Semester holiday's ending slowly day by day, and I still didn't do anything. I got a shitload books to read but.. nada!

:lmao:

Peace, love and friends that don't leave you in stupid WoW servers. :peace:


<3




Yes :O I feature people now! :O I may not be popular, but hey, my watchers should get to know each other! :giggle:

GazaJanuary 5, 2009
Hold them little one, tightly
won’t you, my suffering fingers –
your breath so short, your pulse
so faint, you are hardly here
with me and I have no time
to explain – it is not the shade of olive trees
that streaks your sunless face; it is not
the red poppies of Palestine I see blooming
there in your breast and I don’t know
how to speak what I wish – that it stung you
to feel my salt as I push these eyes
against your ragged jaw, that you’d
scream the agony of your torn body
as I pull you to me and curse my clumsy
mistreatment of your sagging shoulders,
the shattered glass of your mouth,
the splintered concrete of your bones –
if only you would, I could pretend anger at you
for bleeding on your best shirt, my shemagh
tucked under your head.
Hold them little one, tightly
won’t you, my suffering fingers –
your breath so short, your pulse
so faint, I am hardly here. PremonitionsI don't want children
one day I will abandon them
hide my disappointment in raw eyes
and escape
they will never understand how
much I loved them
how my heart ate itself
in cold blood
never understand why I left
why I chose the world
over their future
before that
I will not get married
and have extravagant affairs
dole out my soul
my lips are storytellers
kissing tales of harsh winters
standing outside your window
waiting
for a part of me
that never left
but also will
never come back
I can not look at you
with your glassy eyes
your stubborn hands
and transparent pen
which won't stop
recording my future
I wish
that I
could erase
the lines
in my palm
:thumb109591954: -> see here for more!
Paths of the Past pt A sc 1She lies awake
in her field of suffering
remembering past mistakes.
In her bed of mourning,
the tears cascade;
the fears escape.
Once comforted by solitude
she tries to displace all,
to no avail.
She reaches out to him
and that feral feeling,
willing him to consent;
to take her out-stretched hand.
A whisper of the shadows
passes between
Now
and
Then.
Her hand recedes.
That which is no longer hers
tears a path inside
and
rips apart the scars
that could never fully heal.
Will she bleed for it?
Knowing the torture
of the passion to relieve,
she still can't turn away.
She was his hope.
He- her salvation.
But, mistakes come with comfort. -> Prologue of an epic autobiographical poem. :]
Did you spend a night? by weevilgirl -> She's short of cash, and started taking commissions, so I thought I should at least do this for her :giggle:
surrender by weevilgirl



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Mutlu Yillar Eilwee!*

9 min read
*Happy birthday Eilwee! :giggle:

Today,

20 Jan. 2009,

is the birthday of the most wonderful person, my dear angel, cute little bunny, tough lobster...

Eileen! Heaven-CanWait

Thank you so much for the following:

- Fresh ideas and collaborations [don't forget about the most important one btw!]
- TAXI! And little oranges that nobody cares about as they butcher them so that they can drink them! :ohnoes:
- W-sisterhood :giggle:
- shakedolphin! Which I still didn't make a good thing out of :lmao:
- MURPHY the bastard :iconimhappyplz:

and most important, being Eilwee, my sister-in-heart, the calm voice of sanity of our family. :lol:

Random Beloved Stuff From Her Gallery Is Below For All To See And Love, OFC :iconteheplz:

:thumb101835090: November, the early by Heaven-CanWait
Autumns' Memoirs by Heaven-CanWait
'I'm leaving' by Heaven-CanWait Elements of mine
Give me thy flare,
to cast out obstinancy, and
lead me to insight of
what eyes troubled could not see;
videlicet betrayal hidden for long.
Wind, I call thee, to send my wings to freedom.
Give me thy blistering heat, to not
let the spark in my heart fade away,
let the flames begin, so that
I won´t have to let go of my desires,
burning inside, not to regret anything at all.
Fire, I call thee, to light up my chosen path.
Give me thy strength, to wash away
pain and despair felt for too long,
not drowning anymore now,
but adrifting in the belief,
to reach distances, unapproachable before.
Water, I call thee, to flow with me!
Give me thy might, so that I can
rely on you, no matter when, where or why.
If I ever stumble for making mistakes,
let me hit the ground softly and smooth,
so I can carry on without aching heart.
Earth, I call thee, to support me!  
Give me thy faith in myself,
Not wanting to fight with myself,
I need to accept,
what can not be changed,
and see the world


<3




Yes :O I feature people now! :O I may not be popular, but hey, my watchers should get to know each other! :giggle:

GazaJanuary 5, 2009
Hold them little one, tightly
won’t you, my suffering fingers –
your breath so short, your pulse
so faint, you are hardly here
with me and I have no time
to explain – it is not the shade of olive trees
that streaks your sunless face; it is not
the red poppies of Palestine I see blooming
there in your breast and I don’t know
how to speak what I wish – that it stung you
to feel my salt as I push these eyes
against your ragged jaw, that you’d
scream the agony of your torn body
as I pull you to me and curse my clumsy
mistreatment of your sagging shoulders,
the shattered glass of your mouth,
the splintered concrete of your bones –
if only you would, I could pretend anger at you
for bleeding on your best shirt, my shemagh
tucked under your head.
Hold them little one, tightly
won’t you, my suffering fingers –
your breath so short, your pulse
so faint, I am hardly here. PremonitionsI don't want children
one day I will abandon them
hide my disappointment in raw eyes
and escape
they will never understand how
much I loved them
how my heart ate itself
in cold blood
never understand why I left
why I chose the world
over their future
before that
I will not get married
and have extravagant affairs
dole out my soul
my lips are storytellers
kissing tales of harsh winters
standing outside your window
waiting
for a part of me
that never left
but also will
never come back
I can not look at you
with your glassy eyes
your stubborn hands
and transparent pen
which won't stop
recording my future
I wish
that I
could erase
the lines
in my palm
:thumb109591954: -> see here for more!
Paths of the Past pt A sc 1She lies awake
in her field of suffering
remembering past mistakes.
In her bed of mourning,
the tears cascade;
the fears escape.
Once comforted by solitude
she tries to displace all,
to no avail.
She reaches out to him
and that feral feeling,
willing him to consent;
to take her out-stretched hand.
A whisper of the shadows
passes between
Now
and
Then.
Her hand recedes.
That which is no longer hers
tears a path inside
and
rips apart the scars
that could never fully heal.
Will she bleed for it?
Knowing the torture
of the passion to relieve,
she still can't turn away.
She was his hope.
He- her salvation.
But, mistakes come with comfort. -> Prologue of an epic autobiographical poem. :]
Did you spend a night? by weevilgirl -> She's short of cash, and started taking commissions, so I thought I should at least do this for her :giggle:
surrender by weevilgirl



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