(Source : lizclimo)

Bertille était au Kenya.

I don’t want to wait anymore I’m tired of looking for answers
Take me some place where there’s music and there’s laughter
I don’t know if I’m scared of dying but I’m scared of living too fast, too slow
Regret, remorse, hold on, oh no I’ve got to go
There’s no starting over, no new beginnings, time races on
And you’ve just gotta keep on keeping on
Gotta keep on going, looking straight out on the road
Can’t worry ‘bout what’s behind you or what’s coming for you further up the road
I try not to hold on to what is gone, I try to do right what is wrong
I try to keep on keeping on
Yeah I just keep on keeping on

I hear a voice calling
Calling out for me
These shackles I’ve made in an attempt to be free
Be it for reason, be it for love
I won’t take the easy road

I’ve woken up in a hotel room, my worries as big as the moon
Having no idea who or what or where I am
Something good comes with the bad
A song’s never just sad
There’s hope, there’s a silver lining
Show me my silver lining
Show me my silver lining

I hear a voice calling
Calling out for me
These shackles I’ve made in an attempt to be free
Be it for reason, be it for love
I won’t take the easy road

I won’t take the easy road
The easy road, the easy road

Show me my silver lining, I try to keep on keeping on
Show me my silver lining, I try to keep on keeping on
Show me my silver lining, I try to keep on keeping on
Show me my silver lining, I try to keep on keeping on

Les éditions derrière la salle de bain

(Source : iaminfiniteus)

This is exactly how I dance and sing alone in my bedroom.

Cuthullin sat by Tura’s wall; by the tree of the rustling sound. His spear leaned against the rock. His shield lay on the grass by his side. Amid his thoughts of mighty Cairbar, a hero slain by the chief in war; the scout of ocean comes, Moran the son of Fithil!

Fingal, James Macpherson

(via whitachi)

You can blame me, blame me, blame me, blame me

When the twilight comes…

All goes round again, all goes round again, all goes round again, all goes round again, all goes round again

I am a bird in water

A whale on sand
I am the flood, the fire, the oil spill
I am feeling scared and I am overwhelmed
And so I don my mask and finger bells

Sh-sh-sh Shara, now get to work
Sh-sh-sh-sh-sh Shara this is going to hurt
Be brave, dear one
Be changed or be undone
Be brave, dear one
Be changed or be undone
Undone

I am a slave, I’m under house arrest
I am the beater, I am beaten for less
Then being punk and feeling anger swell
And so I don my beaded dress and finger bells

Sh-sh-sh Shara, now get to work
Sh-sh-sh-sh-sh Shara this is going to hurt
Be brave, dear one
Be changed or be undone
Be brave, dear one
Be changed or be undone

It’s so hard, it’s so heavy
To be hungry, to be happy
It’s so light, it’s so easy just to be
It’s so hard, it’s so heavy
To be hungry, to be happy
It’s so light, it’s so easy just to be

Oh God, what would you do with me?
God, what’s my responsibility?
God, what would you do with me?
Oh God, what’s my responsibility?

Sh-sh-sh Shara, now get to work
Sh-sh-sh-sh-sh Shara this is going to hurt
Be brave, dear one
Be changed or be undone
Be brave, dear one
Be changed or be undone
Now be brave, dear one
Be changed, be undone
Be brave, dear one
Be changed, be changed, be changed
Changed