et si tu crois encore qu'on peut
ＳＡＵＶＥＲ ＮＯＴＲＥ
ＥＴＯＩＬＥ
You’re dripping like a saturated sunrise, you’re spilling like an overflowing sink. You’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece and now i’m tearing through the pages and the ink. Everything is b l u e : his pills, his hands, his jeans and now i’m covered in the colors pull apart at the seams and it's b l u e. Everything is grey : his hair, his smoke, his dreams and now he's so devoid of color, he don’t know what it means. And he's b l u e.
Dim 26 Nov - 0:48
Itô Takeshi
L'ANTECHRIST L'ANARCHISTE TAKESHI
what doesn't kill me better run
perso inventé
ft kim taehyung
m y i d ☽ surnom : un tatouage aux couleurs éphémères, des touches aiguës et graves, roulant de teintes technicolors sur leur langue...sur la sienne, râpeuse de tant d'injures verbales. ça sortait d'une télévision grésillante, de grands yeux lubriques empoignant les vives émotions, d'un putain d’animé à la musique enfantine, ça sonnait comme une amère plaisanterie. takeshi lui suffisait, itô portait-il par dépis. ◊ âge : perdues dans les artères d'une jeunesse sempiternellement consumée, ses vingt-deux années trompaient une quelconque maturité brûlée. ◊ lieu et date de naissance : sous le soleil d'orient, un quatre juillet. ◊ nationalité + origines : rien de plus qu'un japonais aux airs d'enfant du monde. ◊ métier, études: une nuée de cauchemars, des traces d'indécence, le tag de leur déchéance débordant du pervers anthracite. takeshi n'était rien sinon un marginal, un pouilleux aux airs grandioses. ◊ côté argent : c'est qu'il n'est que déchu. ◊ côté coeur : son poing bat contre sa poitrine, à la recherche de l'éveil du battant. ◊ orientation sexuelle : les voluptés d'eve l'enivre, la maladie de la luxure empoignant sa vitalité. et bien souvent, l'indifférence. ◊ hobbies : destroy, fuck & live. ◊ signe particulier ? : aucun, si ce n'est plusieurs cicatrices parsemant d'histoires son corps épuisé.
random little facts : il possède un tatouage qu’il a réalisé seul ~ takeshi peut taguer une œuvre d’art n’importe où, même dans des endroits improbables quitte à risquer sa vie ~ il a un petit frère qu’on lui a interdit de voir et d’approcher sous peine d’être foutu en prison, pourtant ils s’adoraient, mais les parents ont décidé de tout gâcher ~ il déteste ses parents et toute représentation de l’autorité, et détester est un bien petit mot pour sa haine vorace ~ un punk ass qui a des goûts musicaux bien à lui ~ il fume beaucoup trop, aime l'alcool beaucoup trop, s'en fout royalement ~ il devient violent très facilement en étant ivre d'ailleurs ~ faisait partie de divers gangs/mafia mais à chaque fois, il leur tournait le dos préférant son individualité ~ a été renvoyé de chez lui à 16 ans ~ vit de la gentillesse des gens, et de ses nombreux délits ~ connu des postes de police pour ses petits crimes ~ génie artistique, il aime également lire ce qui en fait une personne cultivée contre attente, pourtant il exècre le système académique ~ son courant favoris est l’impressionnisme ~ vol pour redistribuer, takeshi est généreux et n'hésite pas àa aider les autres
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et si tu crois encore qu'on peut
ＳＡＵＶＥＲ ＮＯＴＲＥ
ＥＴＯＩＬＥ
You’re dripping like a saturated sunrise, you’re spilling like an overflowing sink. You’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece and now i’m tearing through the pages and the ink. Everything is b l u e : his pills, his hands, his jeans and now i’m covered in the colors pull apart at the seams and it's b l u e. Everything is grey : his hair, his smoke, his dreams and now he's so devoid of color, he don’t know what it means. And he's b l u e.
et si tu crois encore qu'on peut
ＳＡＵＶＥＲ ＮＯＴＲＥ
ＥＴＯＩＬＥ
You’re dripping like a saturated sunrise, you’re spilling like an overflowing sink. You’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece and now i’m tearing through the pages and the ink. Everything is b l u e : his pills, his hands, his jeans and now i’m covered in the colors pull apart at the seams and it's b l u e. Everything is grey : his hair, his smoke, his dreams and now he's so devoid of color, he don’t know what it means. And he's b l u e.
et si tu crois encore qu'on peut
ＳＡＵＶＥＲ ＮＯＴＲＥ
ＥＴＯＩＬＥ
You’re dripping like a saturated sunrise, you’re spilling like an overflowing sink. You’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece and now i’m tearing through the pages and the ink. Everything is b l u e : his pills, his hands, his jeans and now i’m covered in the colors pull apart at the seams and it's b l u e. Everything is grey : his hair, his smoke, his dreams and now he's so devoid of color, he don’t know what it means. And he's b l u e.
She says, "You don't want to be like me
Don't wanna see all the things I've seen."
I'm dying, I'm dying
She says, "You don't want to get this way
Famous and dumb at an early age."
Lying, I’m lying
The boys, the girls, they all like Carmen
She gives them butterflies, bats her cartoon eyes
She laughs like God, her mind's like a diamond
Audio tune lies, she's still shining
Like lightning, ohh, white lightning
et si tu crois encore qu'on peut
ＳＡＵＶＥＲ ＮＯＴＲＥ
ＥＴＯＩＬＥ
You’re dripping like a saturated sunrise, you’re spilling like an overflowing sink. You’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece and now i’m tearing through the pages and the ink. Everything is b l u e : his pills, his hands, his jeans and now i’m covered in the colors pull apart at the seams and it's b l u e. Everything is grey : his hair, his smoke, his dreams and now he's so devoid of color, he don’t know what it means. And he's b l u e.
She says, "You don't want to be like me
Don't wanna see all the things I've seen."
I'm dying, I'm dying
She says, "You don't want to get this way
Famous and dumb at an early age."
Lying, I’m lying
The boys, the girls, they all like Carmen
She gives them butterflies, bats her cartoon eyes
She laughs like God, her mind's like a diamond
Audio tune lies, she's still shining
Like lightning, ohh, white lightning
et si tu crois encore qu'on peut
ＳＡＵＶＥＲ ＮＯＴＲＥ
ＥＴＯＩＬＥ
You’re dripping like a saturated sunrise, you’re spilling like an overflowing sink. You’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece and now i’m tearing through the pages and the ink. Everything is b l u e : his pills, his hands, his jeans and now i’m covered in the colors pull apart at the seams and it's b l u e. Everything is grey : his hair, his smoke, his dreams and now he's so devoid of color, he don’t know what it means. And he's b l u e.
et si tu crois encore qu'on peut
ＳＡＵＶＥＲ ＮＯＴＲＥ
ＥＴＯＩＬＥ
You’re dripping like a saturated sunrise, you’re spilling like an overflowing sink. You’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece and now i’m tearing through the pages and the ink. Everything is b l u e : his pills, his hands, his jeans and now i’m covered in the colors pull apart at the seams and it's b l u e. Everything is grey : his hair, his smoke, his dreams and now he's so devoid of color, he don’t know what it means. And he's b l u e.
Dim 26 Nov - 19:57
Itô Takeshi
why do you have to remuer la plaie dans le couteau it hurts assez comme ça merci
i can’t embrace the identity that’s full of crudities, i can’t get out from this small theater. in the end, before i knew it, i want to run away. i came so far by constantly muting background chatters like that; everyone is desperately protecting themselves, waiting for someone to offer help.
( i don't want to t h i n k
because i became an i d i o t.)
Dim 26 Nov - 21:11
Itô Sosuke
salut est-ce que tu serais dispo pour un lien s'il te plaît merci
et si tu crois encore qu'on peut
ＳＡＵＶＥＲ ＮＯＴＲＥ
ＥＴＯＩＬＥ
You’re dripping like a saturated sunrise, you’re spilling like an overflowing sink. You’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece and now i’m tearing through the pages and the ink. Everything is b l u e : his pills, his hands, his jeans and now i’m covered in the colors pull apart at the seams and it's b l u e. Everything is grey : his hair, his smoke, his dreams and now he's so devoid of color, he don’t know what it means. And he's b l u e.
i can’t embrace the identity that’s full of crudities, i can’t get out from this small theater. in the end, before i knew it, i want to run away. i came so far by constantly muting background chatters like that; everyone is desperately protecting themselves, waiting for someone to offer help.
( i don't want to t h i n k
because i became an i d i o t.)
et si tu crois encore qu'on peut
ＳＡＵＶＥＲ ＮＯＴＲＥ
ＥＴＯＩＬＥ
You’re dripping like a saturated sunrise, you’re spilling like an overflowing sink. You’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece and now i’m tearing through the pages and the ink. Everything is b l u e : his pills, his hands, his jeans and now i’m covered in the colors pull apart at the seams and it's b l u e. Everything is grey : his hair, his smoke, his dreams and now he's so devoid of color, he don’t know what it means. And he's b l u e.
Dim 26 Nov - 21:36
Itô Takeshi
HJDSKLFRDGTFHYGJUHGFD MAIS T KI TOI ESPECE DE GROGNASSE
She says, "You don't want to be like me
Don't wanna see all the things I've seen."
I'm dying, I'm dying
She says, "You don't want to get this way
Famous and dumb at an early age."
Lying, I’m lying
The boys, the girls, they all like Carmen
She gives them butterflies, bats her cartoon eyes
She laughs like God, her mind's like a diamond
Audio tune lies, she's still shining
Like lightning, ohh, white lightning
Accueil 
cez
it hurts assez comme ça merci
