I'm fine. Thank you.
You're fine. Thank you.
Hello to the world. Hands up high. High and low.
I think I'm going crazy.
I think I'm just exhausted.
I think I'm sick of you.
Don't think too much. It's simple.
I'm looking for you beneath this star-lit sky.
I'm looking for you, and I don't know where to stop.
Such a beautiful night. The clock goes on.
Monday, August 20, 2012
Saturday, August 18, 2012
Pablo Neruda
I love you as certain things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
Thursday, August 2, 2012
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Ezio Auditore
To say that everything is permitted is to understand that we are the architects of our actions, and that we must live with their consequences, whether glorious or tragic.
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Sylvia Plath
And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter- they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you for so long.
so i've been telling everyone everything and now i don't even look for someone to pour my soul out to because there's nothing left to tell.
all that there was to tell has been said by what i've told now.
so i've been telling everyone everything and now i don't even look for someone to pour my soul out to because there's nothing left to tell.
all that there was to tell has been said by what i've told now.
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Dir en Grey
Everyone wants to reach out their hand and grab happiness,
But they just end up becoming the monster that lies deep in darkness.
But they just end up becoming the monster that lies deep in darkness.
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