viernes, 31 de enero de 2014

Stuck on the puzzle

I'm not the kind of fool 
who's gonna sit and sing to you, 
about stars, girl. 

But last night I looked up into 
the dark half of the blue, 
and they'd gone backwards. 

Something in your magnetism 
must have pissed them off, 
forcing them to get an early night. 

I have been searching from 
the bottom to the top, 
for such a sight 
as the one i caught when I saw your... 


Fingers dimmed in the lights 
like your used to being told that you're trouble 
and I spent all night 
stuck on the puzzle 

Nobody I asked 
knew how he came to be the one 
to whom you surrendered 

Any man who wasn't led away 
into the other room 
stood pretending 

But something in your magnetism 
hadn't just made him drop 
whoever's hand it was that he was holding. 

I have been searching 
from the bottom to the top, 
for such a sight 
as the one I caught when I saw your... 

Fingers dimmed in the lights, 
like your used to being told that you're trouble, 
and I spent all night, 
stuck on the puzzle. 

I tried to swim to the side, 
but my feet got caught in the middle, 

and I thought I'd seen the light, 
but oh, no. 
I was just stuck on the puzzle. 
Stuck on the puzzle.

domingo, 26 de enero de 2014

and you can cry all you want to i don't care how much you'll invest yourself in me, we're not working out, we're not working out...

sábado, 25 de enero de 2014







Saturday, March 24,1984. Shermer High School, Shermer, Illinois, 60062. Dear Mr. Vernon, We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. What we did *was* wrong. But we think you’re crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. What do you care? You see us as you want to see us - in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. You see us as a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess and a criminal. Correct? That’s the way we saw each other at 7:00 this morning. We were brainwashed. 


sábado, 11 de enero de 2014

pros of dating me
  • you can hold my hand whenever you want
  • you can cuddle with me whenever you want
  • you can kiss me whenever you want
cons of dating me
  • i get jealous easily
  • i’m sad a lot
  • i will never feel good enough for you no matter how many times you tell me i am

jueves, 9 de enero de 2014

14 de marzo de 1964

Estoy otra vez en el hospital, no sé por qué
me acabo de despertar.
Las paredes de mi habitación son blancas, como 
mis sábanas, las cortinas, el suelo, y todo lo demás.
Encontré esta hoja sobre la pequeña mesa que está 
a mi lado, junto con una pluma que no funciona lo
demasiado bien, se está gastando.
Mi muñeca izquierda está cubierta con gasas, decoradas
por unas manchas diminutas de un rojo carmín. 
No me puedo mover. Los ojos me pesan, me arden, no 
los puedo mantener abiertos. Tengo la boca seca y con 
un sabor áspero, como a medicamento. 
Me siento débil, hay un silencio parecido al de los cementerios,
quizás esté muerta, o casi.
Vuelvo a sentir el vacío interior, me llena, es eterno, o hasta que
mi vida se agote. 
Oigo un ruido similar a un repiqueteo en la ventana, espero que no 
sean ellos. 
No me quiero voltear, tengo miedo, ellos me matarán, y tú lo sabes,
siempre te he contado sobre ellos, pero nunca me escuchaste, ahora 
estoy atrapada en esta sala deprimente sin ayuda alguna. 

Él está aquí conmigo, me está observando desde la esquina de
la habitación, con sus ojos blancos, expectantes, tengo miedo,
me va a matar, siempre me amenaza con la misma historia, la 
cual tú nunca me creíste. 
Se está acercando a mi, ten en cuenta que estas son las últimas
palabras que vas a leer de mi, te lo advertí  
siento que mi pecho se contrae, me duele, comienzo a ver todo negro,
él me va a matar,he manchado la hoja con sangre y lágrimas 
no puedo no quiero morir te dije que me ayudaras ahora él está sobre 
mi me va a asfixiar como me lo dijo ayer no puedo lo juro no pue








Sometimes i want to disappear 

lunes, 30 de diciembre de 2013

 “They just sat back laughing at the wounded city. Each breath sucking in ashes and fumes. Oh it bled all right; drier than Moore county. All expatriate flames hurrying to found new nations of blinding dust. But the two of them, they just squinted at that pipe-cleaner skyline, and it burned hotter in their oil slick pupils. One elbowed the other and said ‘I’ve seen better.’ Knowing that they were paid to remember the past - he blew out a hot breath and said ‘burn it all’.”

miércoles, 25 de diciembre de 2013

Summertime Sadness

Kiss me hard before you go 
Summertime sadness 
I just wanted you to know 
That baby you're the best 
Got my red dress on tonight 
Drop it like it's hot in the pale moonlight 
Got my hair up real big beauty queen style 
Highheels off, I'm feeling alive 

Oh, my God, I feel it in the air 
Telephone wires above are sizzlin' like your stare 
Honey I'm on fire I feel it everywhere 
Nothing scares me anymore 

Kiss me hard before you go 
Summertime sadness 
I just wanted you to know 
That baby you're the best 

I've got that summertime, summertime sadness 
Got that summertime, summertime sadness 
Got that summertime, summertime sadness 
Oh, oh 

I'm feelin' electric tonight 
Cruising down the coast goin' 'bout 99 
Got my bad baby by my heavenly side 
Oh if I go, I'll die happy tonight 

Oh, my God, I feel it in the air 
Telephone wires above are sizzlin' like your stare 
Honey, I'm on fire I feel it everywhere 
Nothing scares me anymore 

Kiss me hard before you go 
Summertime sadness 
I just wanted you to know 
That baby you're the best 

I've got that summertime, summertime sadness 
S-s-summertime, summertime sadness 
Got that summertime, summertime sadness 
Oh, oh 

I think I'll miss you forever 
Like the stars miss the sun in the morning skies 

Late is better than never 
Even if I'm gone I'm gonna drive, drive 

I've got that summertime, summertime sadness 
S-s-summertime, summertime sadness 
Got that summertime, summertime sadness 
Oh, oh 

Kiss me hard before you go 
Summer time sadness 
I just wanted you to know 
That baby you're the best 

I've got that summertime, summertime sadness 
S-s-summertime, summertime sadness 
Got that summertime, summertime sadness 
Oh, oh
“There’s a tremendous difference between alone and lonely. You could be lonely in a group of people. I like being alone. I like eating by myself. I go home at night and just watch a movie or hang out with my dog. I have to exert myself and really say, oh God, I’ve got to see my friends ‘cause I’m too content being by myself.” -Drew Barrymore