holy moly

There is a boy, he’s a bad*ss boy, I’m talking about s**t like drugs, cigarettes, and gambling as his daily activities. he is fifteen year old, and his father owns money like a f***ing Bill Gates bunker, he didn’t give any f**k to his son, all he knows that he only had to gave’em money, […]

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An Absolute Masterpiece

Suatu karya seni, tidak harus selalu terasa jelas maknanya, bebas, tidak dipaksakan. Aku seorang melankolis, aku menikmati kesedihan, dan aku selalu terbuai dengan harmoni Payung Teduh. Apa adanya, simpel, berkelas, menyejukkan. Mendengarnya disaat semua pekerjaan selesai, membuat dirimu tenang sejenak, berteduh disetiap lirik bermajasnya, mempunyai sensasi yang tidak terdefinisikan, seperti seni yang sesungguhnya.

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With money, even the kindest angel’s becomes an evil.

-Rizaldy Ilham
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Counting the Rain’s Army

In the end, there are only two thing’s left: me, and my thoughts. we are best friend, we used to talking every time, judging innocent people, wondering if this world has gone better, recreating different scenario.. feel’s like you’re the only one, an absolute apathetic, I enjoyed it. If only I had more money, I could be […]

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my dear tania and shafira..

Every hypocrite’s knows how to show, they’re not able to think straight. Every secret’s knows how to betray, they’re not proper for those who dies in regrets. Trying to find a way to think why every thought’s might faded with priority, everything’s must be related each other, but who knows the equation? this world has […]

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Bulan

terbang menjenguk bulan bulan yang sudah tua tangisnya tak henti berlari wujudnya berpudar lagi hitam selimut bulan mengundang sejuta pertanyaan kenapa bulan masih bertahan masih saja bulan terabaikan jemari bulan menerka-nerka dimana senyumnya bersembunyi didalam bumi bulan menerka senyumnya malu-malu bersembunyi bulan kini tetap sedih senyumnya hilang tak berbekas kepada bumi bulan menyendiri menunggu waktu […]

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Abstract

Refrain, refrain, refrain to confess that my life has change, a lot. stability kills human’s poor souls. comfort zones are devastating. we were mean to change, improve, and betray ourself that everything’s going to be the same. eventually, we would admit ourself that perfection only exists in fictional idea, there are no 100% efficiency. As […]

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