"¿Por qué nada me sale bien?

¿Por qué no puedo gritar, decir lo que me carcome?

¿Por qué tengo que tener esta maldita actitud de no hacer nada, sólo fingir que absolutamente nada está pasando?"

"No dice nada, solo acerca sus labios a los míos y los deja ahí, sin moverlos, solo dejándolos sobre los míos y haciéndome sentir como si una parvada de pájaros viviera dentro de mí y que éstos se mueven rápidamente."

"Me siento derretir con sus palabras y sus actos."

"Sólo me acerco a él y lo abrazo, recargando mi cabeza en su hombro, logrando sentir cómo su pecho se eleva lentamente conforme respira. Juro que podría quedarme toda un vida así."

"Sonrío porque me siento querido; pero lo más importante, querido por él, alguien dulce y tierno. Y aunque prácticamente apenas lo conozco, siento que lo hago desde hace siglos, además, ya me tiene embobado."

"– Mmm…  – Suspira muy lento.
– ¿Si? –
– No… No me gustan los hombres – Mueve un poco su cabeza sobre mi hombro. ”No me gustan los hombres”. ¿Por qué esa maldita frase hace que cruja algo dentro mío y más si la dice él? – Pero me gustas tú –"

"No hay nadie normal en este mundo."

"...lo que quiero decir con esto, es que no te enamoras del físico ni del sexo de una persona, te enamoras de su forma de ser, de… De la persona en sí, ¿me entiendes? –

– Si… –"

 Sunday afternoon I'm wasting my time I got nothing to do. I'm hanging around I'm waiting for you...

"I hated school. I don't trust anybody who looks back on the years 14 to 18 with any enjoyment.If you liked being a teenager, there's something really wrong with you."   -Stephen King.
  

Call me pathetic, call me what you will...

Please take a moment to acknowledge that a father, friend, inspiration and music icon died this morning in a motorcycle accident. So many people are heartbroken right now, especially for his daughter, Kenadee.
Religious or not, pray for the Lucker family, we were all family. His music brought us together and he’ll be truly missed. 
I’ll always love you, Mitch and give them hell up there. 
You’ve always been an inspiration and idol to me. You taught me that it doesn’t matter if you’re covered in tattoos or screaming into a microphone, it doesn’t give you a bad reputation, it doesn’t make you a bad person. You’ve shown me its okay to be different, to stick out, to go fucking nuts and to be yourself. 
You’re one of the reasons why I am here where I am now. 
Thank you, you’ve done wonders. 
Have a peaceful slumber. 
And forever know if its thundering outside, I’ll be thinking of you stomping up there for us.

R.I.P Mitchell Adam Lucker
1984-2012

I stopped bleeding three years ago while you keep screaming for revolution.

So let’s talk about this amazing mother fucker for a minute. This guy, no matter how ill or sad, gets up on stage and plays with the energy of one thousand mighty men. He’s consistently done so for years and years. No matter what, you know that you can count on Frank to put on a show and play with every ounce of passion in his little body simply because he fucking loves it. No matter how old he gets his energy on stage never waivers because it’s a testament to just how much he adores being up there and getting to play music he loves in front of fans that love and appreciate what he does for a living.

He is the only member that has been consistent in maintaining a genuine connection with the fan base. No matter what, you can almost always count on him to take time out after a show and sign and take photos. Even when no one else in the band does, and he’s working just as hard, probably just as tired and misses his family just as much when he’s on the road, has to put up with just as much bullshit from “bad seed” fans, but he always carves out time for the fans when he can.

He’s remained honest, humble, personable and lately has been at the forefront of bridging the gap between the band it’s fans.

Frank pretty much embodies everything this band stood for when they started and he continues to exude that to this day.

Thank you for helping me to continue to believe in this band.

Happy Birthday. You’re incredible. Never Change.

Keep The Faith.

xo

“El amor y el odio no son ciegos, sino que están cegados por el fuego que llevan dentro”
Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche

She's such a fucking masterpiece self destruction is such a pretty little thing...

 save me from my self-destruction

You put words in our mouths,
i'd like to put a bullet in yours.

Last Resort.

Cut my life into pieces, this is my last resort 
Suffocation, no breathing 
Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm bleeding 

This is my last resort 
Cut my life into pieces, I've reached my last resort 
Suffocation, no breathing 
Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm bleeding 
Do you even care if I die bleeding? 
Would it be wrong? Would it be right? 
If I took my life tonight? Chances are that I might 
Mudilation out of sight, and I'm contimplating suicide 

Cause I'm losing my sight, losing my mind 
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine 
Losing my sight, losing my mind 
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine 

I never realized I was spread too thin 
Till it was too late and I was empty within 
Hungry, feeding on my chaos and living in sin 
Downward spiral, where do I begin? 
It all started when I lost my mother 
No love for myself and no love for another 
Searching to find a love upon a higher level 
Finding nothing but questions and devils 
Cause I'm losing my sight, losing my mind 
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine 
Losing my sight, losing my mind 
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine 

Nothing's alright, nothing is fine 
I'm running and I'm crying 
I'm crying, I'm crying 
I'm crying, I'm crying 
I ... can't ... go ... on ... living ... this ... way 

Cut my life into pieces, this is my last resort 
Suffocation, no breathing 
Don't give a fuck if I cut my arm bleeding 

Would it be wrong? Would it be right? 
If I took my life tonight? Chances are that I might 
Mudilation out of sight, and I'm contimplating suicide 

Cause I'm losing my sight, losing my mind 
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine 
Losing my sight, losing my mind 
Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine 

Nothing's alright, nothing is fine 
I'm running and I'm crying 

I ... CAN'T ... GO ... ON ... LIVING ... THIS ... WAY 

Can't go on ... living this way 
Nothing's alright!