Hola Octubre.

"El lugar que escogí es mucho más significativo que donde va mi corazón –yo lo miré sin entender y me abrazó con el brazo que tenía libre, con su otra mano aún sujetando mi muñeca y manteniendo mi palma contra su piel entre nosotros. Luego añadió con cariño-: Es el lugar donde siento los latidos del tuyo cuando me abrazas con fuerza..."

"-Quisiera que todas las mañanas pudiera despertar así –musitó-. Sin ninguna prisa y contigo sujeto a mí."

Tristemente hermoso...

“Placer. Dicha. Amor. Un torbellino de emociones que se mezcla en mi interior. Tu tersa piel es mi mundo, tus ojos un paraíso, tu boca mi necesidad favorita y tus caricias el mejor consuelo. No me preocupa nada de lo que pueda ocurrir. Me amas, me lo has dicho y mi existencia parece razonable ahora.


Quizás no sea el final de cuentos que ambos deseamos. Quizás... quizás no termine con un ocaso y tu y yo juntos hasta el final. Pero me amas. 


¿Ya lo dije? 


Esque es tan maravilloso. Me siento completo, me siento rebosante de alegría... me siento vivo.


Otra vez, estoy vivo.”

"- Es sólo que... es... es muy difícil para mí saber que al final... al igual que Antoine de Saint-Exupéry... perdí a mi Principito."

“¿Será que una disculpa de tu parte podría aligerar el peso de mi corazón? ¿Serviría buscarte para escuchar esas palabras? ¿Servirían de algo, en todo caso?”

"¿Pero qué más podía hacer yo, un hombre con el corazón roto y cero esperanzas?"

“Los príncipes también te lastiman...


Y la vida parece no tener sentido después de todo...”

“Es difícil continuar respirando cuando la persona que más amas te dice que ya no siente lo mismo. Pero que fácil es desear dejar de hacerlo cuando te lo dice.”

Red for the cancer, red for the wealthy, 
Red for the drink that's mixed with suicide. 
You're changing me. 

Eres 
una víctima
de 
tu propia 
mente.

What if nobody loves me?

If you're lucky they won't find you fucking dead.

No one understands...

This Song Is A Curse.

123, 123
all alone now, nothing feels right
just find ways to cope with feelings that you
don't understand, because no one really cares how
you feel just as long as you act how everyone
else, expects you to act.

My friends we can do anything
with science, except say goodbye
but i'm trying to hold on to anything
and not mess up everything

everyone hates me, i hate all of you.
I tried to adjust but i'm young, and scrrewed up
how do you expect me to believe when you were my age
you didn't... 123

My friends we can do anything with science,
except maybe die. but I'm trying to hold on to everything
and not mess up everything, everything, everything...

why does right and wrong seem so far away?
but if i had my way, but if i had my way we would allbe sorry... (noise)

My friends we can do anything, but should we?
if things end up so... blah, blah, blah
I'm trying to hold on to what i love,
and not mess up everything...
I mess up everything...
no one cares anyway...

Tea & Toast

Tom was born in 1942
With eyes of blue
And the doctors said that his birth was far too fast
His heart stopped twice
But yet he survived
As he took his first breathe 
His mother took her last

And his father knew that he wasn't to blame
But he never quite looked at Tom the same after that 
And he rarely spoke about her 
But when he did
He said your mother used to say this

When the skies are looking bad my dear
And your heart has lost all it's hope
After dawn there will be sunshine 
And all the dust will go
Skies will clear my darling
I'll wake up with the one I love the most
And in the morning, I'll make you up
With some tea and toast

When we met through a friend
Who introduced them
The first thing Tom said was would you like to dance?
They moved with each other and when the music got slower
He said don't let go of my hand
He said It's only polite if I ask you tonight
Would it be alright, if I could walk you home?
That night he told of of his birth
And said when it hurt
He thought about what his mother said about tea and toast

Two quick years went by
They were side by side
And without a plan, they conceived a little child
He said women I love you and this you know
But I only have enough for our food and clothes
But I love you and this baby
Until the day that I die
She said we'll take care of this little life
And we'll fall in love with her baby blue eyes
And we'll be alright from some advice that I know

She said I never got to meet her 
But if I did, I'm sure your mother would have said this

When the skies are looking bad my dear
And your heart has lost all it's hope
After dawn there will be sunshine 
And all the dust will go
Skies will clear my darling
We'll show this baby all the love we know
And in the morning, I'll make you up
With some tea and toast

Well he took those words
And he made them proud
He worked day after day
And hour after hour
So that they could buy a little house on the outside of town
The little girl grew up and so did they
They said that they loved each other everyday
And forty years later, that brings us to now 

And as they're walking down the street
Her grip loosens on his hand
He puts his arm around her side as she falls to the ground
He hears her breathing and thats the only sound
Her body on the floor attracts a worried crowd 
Tears rolls off his face as he says "don't let go, now"

And he's sitting by her bed in the hospital (ward?)
Their daughter walks in with a family of her own
She says "dad, I don't know if she can hear you now
but there's one thing mum would want you to know"

When the skies are looking bad my dear
And your heart has lost all it's hope
After dawn there will be sunshine 
And all the dust will go
Skies will clear my darling
Now it's time for you to let go
And in the morning, I'll make you up
With some tea and toast

You're all fucked up now.

Love yourself so no one has to...

At School

• me: do you want your skirt any shorter?
• me: ew dont talk to me
• me: im so lonely
• me: i hate everyone
• me: what is this shit
• me: this makes no sense
• me: why do my parents send me to prison everyday
• me: what if my favourite band just walked through the door right now
• me: when is class over

"Amor, me estás matando."

"- Todo el mundo necesita que alguien cuide de ellos."

"- No, no lo entiendes? Lo veo en ti. Estás asustado de poder hacerme daño todo el tiempo. Ni siquiera me puedes tocar sin sentirte culpable. No puedes tratarme como si fuera alguien normal. Siempre dudas de las cosas que dices y haces porque tienes miedo de lastimarme. Ellos te arruinaron! 

- No, espera, Frank. Qué? Eso no es cierto. 

Frank frunció el ceño ante mi argumento. 

- Sí lo es. Qué tan tortuoso es vivir con la constante duda sobre cómo actuar a mí alrededor? No te atrevas a mentirme y decirme que no dudas acerca de todo cuando estás conmigo! Estás mejor sin mí. "

Hello angel tell me where are you, tell me where we go from hell...

Everyone hates me, I hate all of you...

Painting Flowers.

Strange maze, what is this place? 
I hear voices over my shoulder, 
Nothing's making sense at all. 
Wonder why do we race? 
And everyday we're running in circles, 
Such a funny way to fall. 
Tried to open up my eyes, 
I'm hoping for a chance to make it alright. 

When I wake up, the dream isn't done. 
I wanna see your face, 
and know I made it home. 
If nothing is true, 
What more can I do? 
I am still painting flowers for you. 

Showed my cards, gave you my heart, 
Wish we could start all over. 
Nothing's makin' sense at all. 
Tried to open up my eyes, 
I'm hopin' for a chance to make it alright. 

When I wake up, the dream isn't done. 
I wanna see your face, 
and know I made it home. 
If nothing is true, 
What more can I do? 
I am still painting flowers for you, 
I am still painting flowers for you. 

I heard everything you said, 
I don't wanna lose my head, 
When I wake up, 
the dream isn't done. 
I wanna see your face, 
and know I made it home. 
If nothing is true, 
What more can I do? 
I am still painting flowers for you, 
I am still painting flowers for you.

The world is ugly,
 but you are beautiful to me...

"No sé qué es lo que me pasa contigo. Pero me haces sentir vivo. – Dijo. – Eres como una droga. Me haces olvidar. Te miro y dejo de verlos a ellos. Te veo a ti. Eres como una droga. – Repitió. – Una droga especial. No me importa lo que hayas hecho. No me importa. – Insistió tocando mi magullado rostro. – Lo siento mucho. Por favor perdóname."

I maid look calm, 
but in my mind I 
have killed you three times.

"- Me sentí culpable. – Dijo. – Cuando te sientes inútil por tanto tiempo, sientes culpabilidad cada vez que sientes felicidad. Necesitaba que alguien me dijera que estaba bien sentirse así. Eso es todo. "

"No puedes intentar ser amigo de alguien si ellos no sienten de la misma manera que tú sientes por ellos. Así que aquí estoy, solo de nuevo. Justamente de la manera en que debí haberme quedado. "

LEER ES COMO BESAR:
a quien NO LO HACE con frecuencia,
se le nota en la LENGUA.

 “Pero también me hace tan feliz”. Cuando le pregunté por qué, sonrió y negó con su cabeza. “No entenderías”, me dijo. “Nadie lo entiende. Pero él me entiende y me hace olvidar. Me hace sentir especial. Me hace sentir vivo”.

Your boyfriend walks into the house, to greet you after a long hard day at school. You had called him that morning, telling him you didn’t feel well and that you weren’t going to show up. You told him not to get the homework for you and to just stay away until you got better, because you didn’t want him to get the bug. Of course, thinking nothing of it, your boyfriend agreed and said to get better. That day, you decided to do the unthinkable; kill yourself. You decided to cut, to bleed to death. Your parents were gone, no one was home, it was the perfect time. Writing your goodbye notes, you set them on the kitchen table, hoping that once your parents would come home, they would realize after they read the letters, it was too late; you were already gone. The walk to the bathroom to get your razors was a long walk, the last walk of your life. You think about your boyfriend, how clueless he was. He had no idea what you were preparing for. He didn’t get that he’d never get to see you again. You think about your parents. You think about how much you thought you’ve disappointed them, how you didn’t think they were proud of you. You thought about your best friend at school. How much you loved her, the memories you both shared. You smiled at the thought but then remembered what you were about to do and the smile faded. You finally reach the bathroom. Taking a deep breath, you go to the cabinet and get what you need to get to get the job done. Before you slice your skin, you whisper, “I’m sorry.” and slice over the delicate part of your body. The blood pours out of your wrist, you fall to the ground, gasping in pain. Your eyes flutter, closing, as the pain becomes unbearable. Blood trickles next to the floor where you lay, getting all over your favorite outfit. You take a deep breath before slipping into a slumber.

Meanwhile, your boyfriend decides it would be a good idea to come and give you some soup for lunch. He usually just walks in, so he opens the door to your house, hollering your name. When no one answers, he walks further into the corridor, looking left and right. Of course, the bathroom is to the right of the room, the door wide open. Your body lays in a pool of blood near the open door, your body laying against the cabinets. Your boyfriend’s mouth is an “O” shape, too much in shock to let out a sound. But he quickly snaps out of it, running over to where you lay. He picks up your body, shaking it gently and saying your name. When you don’t respond, he starts shaking you more violently, raising his voice. Still, no answer. Your boyfriend is now crying, tears streaming down his face. He still continues to scream your name, hoping for an answer. He gets none. He stops shaking your body, laying his head on your stomach, bawling his eyes out. 

After a few minutes, he calms down, grabbing his cell phone and dialing the number everyone knows well; 911. The police rush over, your boyfriend never leaving your side. After being rushed to the hospital, a few hours later, it is announced that you didn’t make it. Your boyfriend falls into shock, not registering the fact that you aren’t on the earth anymore. Your parents weep violently in each others arms, repeating “It’s all our faults.” Your best friend? She’s fallen into the chairs of the waiting room, crying so hard, she’s about to throw up. Everyone in the waiting room is staring at your small group, feeling for them.

A week or so later, there’s a funeral held for you. 500 people and more show up to honor you. The whole service is filled with tears and sadness. Not one person is smiling or even attempting to smile. Everyone knows that maybe if they were a little nicer, you might still be here. Everyone in the room blames themselves. Your boyfriend, hasn’t spoken to anyone since the night. Your best friend, hasn’t eaten in days, maybe a scrap of food every now and then, but not more than a meal. Your parents? Your mom has fallen into depression. Your dad? He’s been like your boyfriend, hasn’t spoken a word since then. Everyday, he stares at the TV with a blank expression. The whole school? There is a case in front of the school with your picture and photos of you, a tribute, you could say. No one is the same anymore. Your smile could brighten someones day. Your laugh could make someone smile, even when they didn’t want to. Your voice, when you talk, is like an angel singing.

You think no one cares? Think again.

A veces pienso demasiado...

"- No te tengo miedo, sabes. Si fueras capaz de lastimarme creo que ya lo hubieras hecho. "

"- No, no. No me dibujes. Por favor. No soy un buen modelo. No soy lo suficientemente bueno ni lo suficientemente atractivo. Soy demasiado... 

Lo miré con intensidad. Sabía que la palabra que estaba contoneándose en sus pálidos labios era ‘feo’. Él iba a llamarse a sí mismo feo, pero yo no lo iba a dejar porque no era cierto. No iba a permitir que dijera semejante mentira. "

"Estoy segurísimo de que la tristeza se puede curar, aunque, bueno, si la tristeza no se puede curar entonces simplemente encontraré otra manera para hacerlo sentir bien. Yo estaba supuesto a arreglarlo."

I like the sound of the broken pieces.

When i look at myself in the mirror i see a unicorn.
A badass unicorn.

Have you ever been so afraid you wished you were

dead?

"Supongo que incluso las nubes tienen lágrimas que no pueden contener."

"A veces es bueno estar jodido. "

"Cuando estás estresado o enfermo te das cuenta de que puedes pasar los días sin pensar en nada. Ese es otro de los misterios del cerebro humano. Es algo así como una manera en que funcionan los recuerdos. Es por eso que cuando la gente se estresa se olvidan de cosas tan sencillas como lo básico de la higiene o cómo reír. Es lo mismo si estás enfermo. Olvidas el cumpleaños de tu hermana o que el perro tenía que ser vacunado. Sin embargo, cuando estás extremadamente aburrido las cosas son un poco diferentes. Creo que necesito llegar con un concepto completamente diferente sobre qué pasa cuando una persona está extremadamente aburrida"

"Un sueño es, simplemente, tu subconsciente corriendo atrás sobre sí mismo. Algunos científicos intentan y nos dicen que un sueño es la manera en que tu cerebro descarta los recuerdos inútiles pero sé que no es así como los recuerdos funcionan. No puedes simplemente descartar un recuerdo o tirarlo como si fuera un pedazo de basura. Seguro, puedes perderlo o reemplazarlo e incluso almacenarlo, pero no puedes deshacerte de él. Eso es absurdo. No se dan cuenta los científicos de eso? Una vez que creas un recuerdo estará en tu cabeza por siempre. Si alguna vez quisieras deshacerte de él necesitas perderlo y perderlo muy bien para asegurarte de no tropezar con él de nuevo."

"¡Mierda! ¡Rápido! Necesito algo con que sacarme los ojos y algo con que ensordecerme a mí mismo antes de que tamaña estupidez se filtre en mi cerebro."

 Si las personas esconden cosas, entonces tienen que buscar y mirar con atención para encontrarlas. Está bien si las pierdes o las pones en otro lugar, de todas formas puedes toparte con ellas. Al igual que tu primer beso. Si se trata de un buen recuerdo, entonces no intentes ocultarlo en alguna parte - sólo ponlo en alguna parte - Si lo escondes nunca sabrás cuando te vas a tropezar con él otra vez. Pero si lo olvidas o lo reemplazas, nunca sabrás cuándo volverá a aparecer. No sabrás cuándo aparecerá en tu subconsciente para darte una agradable sorpresa. 

Take a look around and what do I see
It's looking like the whole world's goin just a little crazy
And I know it can't be all of them and just not me
So I guess I'm going just a little crazy.
-'Crazy', The John Butler Trio

People are gay, get over it. People have bright coloured hair, get over it. People don’t believe in religion, get over it. People have stretched ears and tattoos, get over it. People will look and dress differently from you, get over it.

Well exc^{UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU}U_{UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU}u se me

She has no idea that im even here...

“I did not kill either people I hated or people I loved. I killed whoever crossed my path at the moment my urge for murder took hold of me.”

—	Peter Kurten, Serial Killer.

What if i say im not like the others? what if i say im not just another one?

Make me wanna die.

Take me im alive, never was a girl with a wicked mind 
but everything looks better, when the sun goes down... 
I had everything, opportunities for eternity and i 
could belong to the night... 
I, see your eyes, i can see in your eyes, your eyes... 

You make me wanna die 
I'll never be good enough...you make me wanna die 
And everything you love...right up in the light 
Every time i look inside your eyes... 
make me wanna die 

Taste me drink my soul, show me all the things that i 
shouldn't know, when there's a new moon on the rise... 
I had everything, opportunities for eternity and i 
could belong to the night... 
I, see your eyes, i can see in your eyes, your eyes, 
everything in your eyes, your eyes... 

You make me wanna die 
I'll never be good enough...you make me wanna die 
And everything you love...right up in the light Every time i look inside your eyes...(im running in the 
light) 
Make me wanna die 

I would die for you, my love, my love... 
I would lie for you, my love, my love...(make me wanna 
die) 
I would steal for you, my love, my love...(make me 
wanna die) 
I would die for you, my love, my love 

But up in the light... 
Every time i look inside your eyes...(im running in the 
light) 
Up inside your eyes...(im running in the light) 
Look inside your eyes... 
Make me wanna die

Painting Flowers

" Cumplir con lo que uno dice, es siempre muestra de madurez y valentía."

"- ¿Sabes lo que es hacer el amor? - preguntó como una vez le preguntaron a él. Brian fue el primero en muchas cosas. Su mentor, y su amor. 


- Sí. - contestó cambiando completamente la historia que se podría repetir. - Es una unión más allá de lo físico o por simple lujuria. Es la entrega del alma y un compromiso de amor. Es decir ‘Te amo' con besos, caricias, y placer. 


- ¿Me amas, entonces? "

"- Hacer el amor, es amar con el cuerpo. ¿Sabes qué es amar?"

"- Pruébame. - susurró a su oído, haciéndolo vibrar. - Quiero que conozcas mi sabor, mi textura. Pruébame con el cuerpo, con la mente y con el alma. "

"En el juego del amor, siempre existe el riesgo. "

"- No temas. Sólo tócame, no con tus dedos con millones de nervios táctiles que mandan señales al cerebro. No me toques con la razón, sino con el alma. Tócame y verás que te correspondo, que no te soltaré."

"No se dibuja con la muñeca, sino con el corazón."

 "¿En qué momento el rencor, la venganza y el orgullo, se fueron a la mierda?"

"Tienes que ir más allá de lo obvio, porque no todo es lo que parece"