Κυριακή, 3 Απριλίου 2011

The other me.


You are not my other half cause i hate everything that tears up
you are my other me , the one that purrs.

Σάββατο, 2 Απριλίου 2011

I’m heading straight for the clouds


I was calling your name
But you would never hear me sing
You wouldn’t let me begin
So I’m crawling away
'Cause you broke my heart in two
I will not forget you

The love you gave me, nothing else can save me


You seem so far away though you are standing near
You made me feel alive, but something died I fear
I really tried to make it out
I wish I understood
What happened to our love, it used to be so good

I miss these fucking butterflies.

Τετάρτη, 30 Μαρτίου 2011

It's not my fault anywayz...

trying to get through....


She’s strong because she knows what it’s like to be weak. She keeps her guard up because she knows what it’s like to cry herself to sleep.


(via chrissy)

Τρίτη, 29 Μαρτίου 2011

f.CK YOU.


I'll kill you, you fucking flatchested cocksucking spastic horsefucker.
i REALLY hate you, REALLY hate what you do, what you like everything
so just do me a favor and disappear NOW.

the regret of the killer.

I've always liked the minds of criminals, they seem similar to artists.
Like a greek text:
Then he appeared, he walked slowly, with a ''
extinct'' face he just pointed out the victims. The ones who were meant to be killed. That time he didn't have friends neither family. That time he was just the one to decide who would continue living in this unfair life.