Save Rock and Roll.

I need more dreams 
And less life 
And I need that dark 
In a little more light 
I cried tears you'll never see 
So fuck you, you can go cry me an ocean 
And leave me be 

You are what you love 
Not who loves you 
In a world full of the word yes 
I'm here to scream 

No, no 
Wherever I go, go 
Trouble seems to follow 
Only plugged in to save rock and roll 
Rock and roll, no 
Wherever I go, go 
Trouble seems to follow 
Only plugged in to save rock and roll 

Blood brothers in desperation 
An oath of silence 
For the voice of our generation 
How'd it get to be only me? 
Like I'm the last damn kid still kicking 
That still believes 

I will defend the faith 
Going down swinging 
I will save the songs 
That we can't stop singing 

No, no 
Wherever I go, go 
Trouble seems to follow 
Only plugged in to save rock and roll 
Rock and roll, no 
Wherever I go, go 
Trouble seems to follow 
Only plugged in to save rock and roll 

Oh no, we won't go 
We don't know when to quit, oh oh 

You are what you love 
Not who loves you 
In a world full of the word 'yes' 
I'm here to scream 

No, no 
Wherever I go, go 
Trouble seems to follow 
Only plugged in to save rock and roll 
Rock and roll, no 
Wherever I go, go 
Trouble seems to follow 
Only plugged in to save rock and roll 

Oh no, we won't go 
We don't know when to quit, oh oh 

Should I sink or swim? 
Or simply disappear? 

"La solución del misterio siempre es inferior al misterio" - Jorge Luis Borges

"Slowly, floor, chest stuttering, and stumbled back to the bed, dropping down onto it. He didn't even bother to properly pull the blankets or undress. He laid his body on Dean’s pillow and faced the wall that Dean had spent most of his days staring at, eyes roaming for answers.

There were no answers there. It was only a wall; blank and unforgiving.

He closed his eyes, the anger making him cry.

He didn't want to cry anymore, because crying wasn't going to bring Dean back. But the bed felt so empty without him, and the apartment was so quiet without his screams, without the constant reminder that Dean was right there. He laughed bitterly, shaking his head, because it was pathetic, thinking that he would much rather have Dean beside him, thrashing in his sleep, than to be in bed alone.

But it was true, because at least Dean would be with him."

"“Wake up,” he whispered. “Wake up. This is a nightmare."

And i'm not happy. And i'm not sad. 

I'm so happy because today 
I've found my friends...
They're in my head
I'm so ugly, but that's okay, cause so are you...

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

“Everything with you is a new experience,”

“Married people don’t leave each other,” He whispered, his own eyes drifting shut and then opening again. He didn’t want to fall asleep just yet.

“That’s true,” The other said, his voice heavy. “They aren’t supposed to.”

“I won’t go.”

Everybody tells me I’m wrong, to want you so badly…

Late Nights

Era el quinto día que decidía emborracharme hasta quedar dormida y fumar, probablemente, hasta cinco cajas de cigarrillos en el día. Esto no me estaba haciendo bien, pero que importaba. Ya nada lo hacía.

No me sentía mal, simplemente no quería hacer nada mas que tomar alcohol y consumir nicotina. No sentía nada, si es que eso era posible. Llegué a pensar que me había quedado sin sentimientos y emociones pero, valla, que idea mas estúpida. Había llegado a unos de esos días, o semanas, o meses, los cuales quería estar sola.

No hablaba con nadie, pues no tenía demasiados amigos, solo los suficientes, unos dos, o quizás tres. Mi compañía era mi apartamento, la Luna, las estrellas, y el Sol. Los únicos que me escuchaban eran esos astros a miles de kilómetros de distancia. Esa era la única excusa que tenía para decir que "no hablaba sola."

Estaba recostada en el sillón mirando los edificios apenas iluminados por el sol, estaba anocheciendo. Debo decir que no tenía la mejor vista pero tampoco la peor, en fin, era un tanto agradable. Terminé mi último cigarro, y me refiero, al último de todos, no tenía mas cajas restantes. Me molesté y lo arrojé en el cenicero.

Me levanté un poco mareada para ver si me sobraban mas botellas de alcohol, nada. Definitivamente era mi día de suerte. Tenía hambre pero lo único que encontré fue un paquete de galletitas de "ve a saber tú de qué tiempo".

Después de mi no tan grandiosa cena, fui a tomarme una ducha rápida. Cuando entré al baño y miré mi reflejo en el espejo me tuve tanta lástima que juré no beber tanto durante los próximos días. Tenía ojeras muy notorias y mi cabello estaba tan opaco que parecía sin vida. Tenía el aspecto perfecto de una muerta, y así lo sentía también en mi interior.

Oh well, oh well. I still hope for the best. 
Say goodbye and send me off with a kiss farewell. 

I need to find a place to hide
You never know what could be
Waiting outside
The accidents that you could find
It's like some kind of suicide

“Everyone else in this goddamn world gets to live with the person they love, I don’t know why we can’t,” Dean said harshly, and Cas rolled his eyes.

"I just wanna stay here, with you, forever.”

"But I can't help falling in love with you," he sang softly, almost a whisper..."

"I just - I like songs about love," he breathed a laugh, like it was the dumbest answer he could give. But really, songs about love were his favorite because they had just so much meaning behind them, and that's just the only way that he knew how to explain."

“I saw you, and I knew I would never really say goodnight to you,” he finished on a murmur. “Not really. It just didn’t seem right to say goodbye to you, or goodnight…”

"He wanted to see him again, and he had promised him Friday, which was growing closer every second. Tomorrow. Cas made some embarrassing sound, pulling the blanket over his head.

He was an idiot."

 “Tell me everything; tell me everything about you.”

“We. We together. One being. 
Flow together like water.
Till I can't tell you from me. I drink you. Now. Now”

- The Thin Red Line 

There will always be nice people with good intentions.

Feeling paranoid
True enemy or false friend?
Anxiety's attacking me, and
My air is getting thin
I'm in trouble for the things
I haven't got to yet
I'm chomping at the bit and my
Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets

i'm still painting flowers for you.

“I want to be alone…with someone else who wants to be alone.”

—	Dimitri Zaik