father, tell me, where have you been?

you love him, you do, and here's the miracle: he loves you too. ..and here's the tragedy: it's not enough.

je finirai en criant.

he showed me his scars, and in return he let me pretend that i had none.

i am the most selfish man alive. i would kill the entire world if it meant you get to live.

the father was not a butcher, and the son was not a lamb. still: the story ended the same.

you called me soft for something i thought was being human.

sometimes i think violence is the only language i remember, but i love you with everything i have, and these hands will only ever touch you gently.

i don't know what's more tragic: that i keep looking for you wherever i go， or that you're never there.

you are not the villain. you once held my hand.

i found you. / you found me.

Between us, we speak several languages — yours, mine, and the ones we use to show our love, the silent ones that don’t require words but actions.

you’ve instilled a violence in me. drilled it into my bones, placed it in my hands, hid it beneath the soles of my feet. it’s mine, now.

i did not inherit my mother’s mercy.

on va avoir bien froid ce week-end.

i was meant to be yours / we were meant to be one

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just because you carry it well doesn't mean it isn't heavy.

j’espère te voir, tard le soir, auprès des étoiles.

Quelque part dans le monde un oiseau s’endort sans bruit, toi et moi dans la nuit on trouvera Quelque part où déposer les fleurs. — [rare photo de moi où je souris.] 🎬 open.spotify.com/track/1rMlnD8S…