
I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question.

Rien de meilleur que du sexe sur la musique de The Weeknd. Nothing better that of the sex on the music of The Weeknd.
“I understand your body wants it, I know your thoughts, Oh you ‘bout it, ‘bout it
You’re a big girl and it’s your world, And I’ma let you do it how you wanna
Girl alright baby, right baby, I know you know I know you wanna… with it
Don’t be shy pretty, I’ll supply pretty, I got you girl, oh I got it girl”

Un délire. On aime. J’aime partir ailleurs. Là où personne ne m’attend… Un monde que j’aurais inventé, pour moi et pour ceux que j’admettrai. J’aime me sentir décoller. Exaltée par l’inconnu qui m’attend. Non, je ne voudrais pas créer mon univers. Je voudrais qu’il ne soit nulle part. Un endroit invisible, qui n’existe pas. De l’autre côté du réel. Paraît que l’imaginaire de certain est le réel d’autres…Comment savoir que je ne vis pas dans une autre dimension? Je m’évade pour ne jamais revenir.
A frenzy. We love it. I like leaving somewhere else. There where nobody waits for me… A world which I would have invented, for me and for those whom I shall admit. I like feeling unsticking. Excited by the stranger who waits for me. No, I would not like to create my universe. I would want that it is invalid part an invisible place, which does not exist. On the other side of the reality. Appears that the imagination of someone is the reality of the others… How to know that I did not live in another dimension? I escape to return never.
(via dreamerunderdog)

