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Hi !!!! My name is Sylvie AKA Vie, some friends call me Ninja though !! Yeah !! I guess is legit cause I own a 6Th black belt in Tang Soo Do. They also call me Freak ,cause I'm a Freak (Fact)
Professionally, I am a photojournalist for NBC and Billboard.Living in Monaco and love it !! Despite living and working in a very luxurious environment, I'm a very simple person and in addition too goofy for my skin !!!.Smoke weed. Like dubstep. Hate prejudices against gays or racial. Don't drink alcohol. smoke weed. Pink hair is my favourite but I use other colors. Btw..I'm Arab ,I was born in Dubai and raised in Paris !!

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ⓣɑҟⓔ ɑ ϲⓗíӀӀ քíӀӀ┌➤ ⊂⊃

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YOU ARE NOT FUCKIN' ALONE !!!! NOT ALONE.

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Also...There's this thing that I really like and I will share it here with you all !!! So, is called..

" Sometimes when I'm alone I pretend...."

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-Sometimes I like to dressup as a potato but act like a carrot when I'm sleeping, just because.

-Sometimes.. All Time Low, no matter what.. I fantasize about One Direction and pretend
I'm a banana.

-Sometimes when I'm home alone I like to cover myself in nuttella pretend im a turd, and Adam Levine still in that situation is lickin' me.

-Sometimes when I'm alone, I put butterknives between my fingers and pretend I'm Wolverine.

-Sometimes when I'm alone and bored, I go in my closet and pretend I'm Anne Frank.

-Sometimes when I'm home alone and bored I like to put Pepsi in Coke bottles and Coke in Pepsi bottles.

- Sometimes when I'm alone at nights, I shove my face up my butt and pretend that I'm a penis.

-Sometimes when I'm alone...bored I like to sit in a corner and think about all the things that have gone right in my life, but that only wastes a couple seconds of my time.

-Sometimes, when I'm alone, I dig little holes in my backyard,jump in and pretend I'm a carrot.

-Sometimes when I'm alone I like to think that I'm a horny girl in a club and have ''fun'' with every men in it.

-Sometimes when I'm alone, I glue my self to the refrigerator and pretend I'm a magnet.

-Sometimes when I'm alone I like to paint myself grey and lie down outside my house to pretend I am the pavement.

-Sometimes when I'm alone I slab two chicken breasts in my eyes, dance to michael jackson music in my pink underwear, and flip off any driver that goes by while iI sip on vodka and read the chicken on my eyes.

-Sometimes when I'm alone I do the hokey pokey, and then I pretend not.

-Sometimes when I'm alone and sad I dress up as Spiderman and pretend to save the fruits in my kitchen.

-Sometimes when I'm alone I dress in green and curl myself in a trampoline and pretend I'm a salad.

-sometimes when I'm alone and again bored I like to go completely naked, wear a massive condom over my whole body, roll around in mud and pretend I'm an earthworm.

-Sometimes when I'm not alone... I like to put a tissue on his penis and pretend it's Casper The Friendly Ghost.

-Sometimes when im alone I cover myself in olive oil and cook myself until I'm a omlette.

-Sometimes when I'm alone I like to lay on my bed and pretend I'm a blanket.

-Sometimes when im alone i stick a fake bowling pin in my pants and pretend I'm a dude and my dick is that big.

-Sometimes when I'm alone and bored I go in my backyard and act like a stick.

-Sometimes when I'm alone I tape my body entirely from the belly down and pretend to be a mermaid.

-Sometimes when I'm alone, oh wait a minut...sometimes ?

-Sometimes when I'm alone I like to paint myself in green and pretend I'm Gumby the bear.

-Sometimes when I'm alone I like to drench myself in salsa and wrap myself up in a blanket and pretend that I'm a wrap or a burrito.

««To Be Continued...Stay Tuned »»

Also I like poetry !!! Well....let me show you guys what I mean. ^.^

*Roses are red
Lemons are sour
Open ur legs and give me an hour.

*Kissing Is A Habit
Fucking Is A Game
Guys Get All The Pleasure
Girls Get All The Pain.

*Roses are red
Grass is green
Open your legs
And I'll fill you with cream.

*Hickory dickory dock
This bitch was suckin my cock
The clock struck two
I dumped my goo
And dumped her to the end of the block.

*Sex is evil
Sex is a sin
Sins are forgiven
So stick it in !!!

*Roses are dead
Violets are crying
I'm in hospital
They say I'm dying

* Now some serious shit here.

*If It Was

If love were a metaphor
you’d be the moon
and I’d be the seas
as you draw me toward you
day after day
if love were a color
it would be the burning coral of dusk
the sun’s goodnight kiss
to the sky
if love were a storm
it would be a calming downpour
cleansing the earth
of debris and stains
brought on by the carelessness
of those that came before
if love were an earthquake
it would crumble the distance between us
bringing me closer to you
the most beautiful disaster.
But...it isn't.

"Lui, sans Juliette."

C'est une personne douce, "dit le naïf, qui connaissait à peine la fille qui se cachait derrière les cris silencieuses et le cœur déchiré par les marques qui n'ont pas guéri sur la poitrine.
Cacher la douleur derrière les sourires, de fausses attentes qu'elle même avait créé le monde seulement de celui-ci.
La poupée incassable
jeune fille, comme si laissé à l'intérieur de nombreuses fois.
Est imperméable au cœur, il entrerait jamais là encore une sensation semblable à celle de l'amour.
Elle a eu marre de tout et de tous, ce fut la grande vérité.
Cette société de plus en plus injuste, moins idolâtrait et avec des gens capables de mourir et de rester en vie, ressemblait presque. Non pas que pétrir, juste abusé de ce sentiment que maltratara les deux le cœur.
Était l'amour qui a placé à l'envers, le rythme cardiaque était comme une pompe en fonctionnement dans les veines, tout ressenti par celui qui s'est cassé en morceaux la fille forte levé vers le haut et a décidé de clore, enfermé à l'intérieur de tout ce qui vous a fait, tout ce qui est arrivé à elle.
Le reste qui reste encore des tessons qui ont été reflétées dans le regard mélancolique de la jeune fille a été transformé dans l'armature.
Le sourire qui serait désormais forcé, elle est devenue un personnage qu'on ne sait pas.
Perdu en lui-même, un point d'interrogation. Après tout, la jeune fille n'est plus reconnue, était votre corps possédé au cours de la viande.
Elle a dominé l'art d'interprétation, savait ce qui n'était jamais faire semblant.
Elle détestait la façon dont il la regarda, la jeune fille a été perdue dans la profondeur de son regard.
Détesté, parce que je savais que votre faiblesse était tout ce qui pourrait être le vôtre.
Elle détestait pour aimer quelqu'un qui ne pouvait pas être digne de votre amour, il était presque impossible pour lui, ce qui pourrait devenir « notre ».
Fille trompée, destin il prêche plus un gouffre où les chutes propres, il est où ils détiennent... l'abîme de votre j'ai.
Il est préférable de les pleurer, desapegue si les larmes qui se baignent votre corps, l'âme tremble. Il n'est pas nécessaire que le froid café, depuis le froid juste vos sentiments.
Cette fichue cigarette qui s'accrochait à elle maintenant est devenu une addiction, remplissant son vide complètement.
Sans valeur serait cette fille, vous sentir, entendre les battements de sa poitrine et son oreille, voulait un baiser silencieux au milieu de la nuit et une voix murmure "je t'aime"... elle a rêvé, voulait se reposer ce qui n'avait pas.
C'est une drogue de l'amour parfait, qui ne voulait pas... cela a été votre plus grande dépendance.
Une tempête à l'intérieur d'elle, une confusion qui, encore moins de comprendre. Voulais simplement passer le long de la façon dont il a oublié, dissous.
Sec au total serait mieux si elle pensait.
Je voulais juste vivre, oubliez un peu que tout va perturber. A voulu reconnaître les uns les autres pour aller de l'avant... c'était la plus grande crainte.

*To all my " friends " in " troubles ".

Yeah, I hear you. It starts out small, the trouble. And that’s the trouble with it. It’s strange but not too strange, so you chalk it up to the stresses of school or work or, oh, it’s just this or it’s just that, it’ll pass. One evening you’ll have been studying or working as usual and then as if out of nowhere you feel like ripping your hair out or punching a hole in a wall or running out and slamming doors but instead you pause, you sit back, breathe, and the feeling passes. It’s normal, just stress.
A few weeks later you’re honking your horn at passersby passing by too slowly and it’s like one day everyone is in your way and too slow and another day you’re in everyone else’s way and you can’t speed up. You’re in and out of rhythm. You’re awkward or everyone else is; you’re alien or everyone else is. You’re standing in line at a checkout counter and you sink into blankness, and you sink and you sink until the person behind you taps you on the shoulder and you step forward to pay for your soda and bag of chips which you no longer want so you buy a pack of smokes instead.

*Lonely in Suburbia.

Feel lonely in suburbia.....
Sometimes
it’s night and every breath
brings the solace of peace and silent,
I trace the life of the dusk
let it embrace me with its touch,
and the stars, yet so brusque,
stay with me
until the end of time.

Sometimes
it’s night and every breath
brings the lonely silence of solitude
and you struggle to hold it inside of you
strive to clutch the love, so clear, so true;
and the shadows, they sway
and they dance
haunting you
until the end of time.

Sometimes we would walk these streets
these suburban streets
and these polluted, broken stars would keep us alive.

This night is not one of those sometimes.
I drive through the night
my heartbeat stays with that road—
I watch these suburban streets, alive
never fading
the golden houses’ daytime glow has faded
the jaded old men have gone to bed
the summer boys, elated, chase the dreams ahead
and as these suburban streets glow
in the dim and the dark
that part of me prays one day he can let it go.

*Wake up.

When I Wake Up
these pages are never enough
never enough to describe wakin’ up
feeling like you’re waiting for an angel to come and lift you up
praying like you’re some kind of catholic school girl late one month
waiting for someone to come and save you
Save you from the depth of your loneliness
and sadness and all you want is your innocence
back
your dreams, your hopes, your friends
all those days in the sand
those never-ending moments where love is all you’d never lack
where hope was intrinsic to your dreams
where the only apathetic sentiment you seemed you had
was about the clock on the walls
the eights that it blinked—
the fact it was broken…
but only in the best way

and now you listen to that clock tick, tick, tick
your insides raging, your heart pacing
to the beat of that sick instrument
its keeping track of your sentiment
your sorrow, your hopelessness
and you know— I used to cry,
but these tears have ceded themselves to miserable I
that boy inside of me has died,
killed by the nights of loneliness and left-behind
and broken telephone receivers
and those grazed knees of my days-gone-by

now I clutch these sheets emptily and breathe this night through my nostrils
and this pit in my stomach does not rustle
for the silence has taken me over
and these eyes of mine can no longer lie.
not even the solace of sunrise can save my mind
from these holes in the bottom of my heart
from this emptiness apart from my soul
knowing that your arms are the only thing that can save me—
that your love is the only thing
that makes me… whole.