I will revive an old account here :)
Jan. 3rd, 2015 12:51 pmEsta piel que tengo ha comenzado a picarme y me la estoy arrancando como todos los años. Bienvenidos sean los que quieran tenerme de vuelta.
You'd wonder where she goes
Through secret doors down corridors
She wanders there alone, all alone
Natalie Merchant - Ophelia
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Ophelia's mind went wanderingYou'd wonder where she goes
Through secret doors down corridors
She wanders there alone, all alone
Natalie Merchant - Ophelia
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Extra: Ere, si alguna vez lees esto y vuelves, búscame, cabrón :D *señala el link en su gif de Regina* Se te extraña. Porque sé que no intentarías huir de mí, ¿verdad?
Passenger (Life's For The Living)
Dec. 27th, 2014 12:20 pmI’ll make my bed from a disused car
With a mattress of leaves and a blanket of stars
And I’ll stitch the words into my heart with a needle and thread
Don’t you cry for the lost
Smile for the living
Get what you need and give what you’re given
You know life’s for the living so live it
Or you’re better off dead
With a mattress of leaves and a blanket of stars
And I’ll stitch the words into my heart with a needle and thread
Don’t you cry for the lost
Smile for the living
Get what you need and give what you’re given
You know life’s for the living so live it
Or you’re better off dead
Poppy Z Brite (Exquisite corpse)
Dec. 27th, 2014 12:15 pmI filled twenty notebooks my first year, thirty-one my second, nineteen my third. At this time I was as close to true remorse as I ever came. It was as if I had been in a dream that lasted eleven years, and had woken from it into a world I barely recognized. How had I ever done twenty-three killings? What had made me want to?
I attempted to plumb the depths of my soul with words. I dissected my childhood and family (stultifying but hardly traumatic), my sexual history (abortive), my career in various branches of the civil service (utterly without distinction, except for the number of times I was fired for insubordination to my superiors).
This done, and little learned, I began to write about the things that interested me now. I found myself with a great many descriptions of murders and sex acts performed upon dead boys. Small details began to return to me, such as the way a fingerprint would stay in the flesh of a corpse's thigh as if pressed into wax, or a cold thread of semen would sometimes leak out of a flaccid penis as I rolled it about on my tongue.
The only constant thread running through my prison notebooks was a pervasive loneliness with no discernible beginning and no conceivable end. But a corpse could never walk away.
I came to understand that these memories were my salvation. I no longer wanted to know why I had done such things if it meant I wouldn't want to do them anymore. I put my notebooks aside forever. I was different, and that was all. I had always known I was different; I could not trudge through life contentedly chewing whatever cud I found in my mouth, as those around me seemed to do. My boys were only another thing that set me apart from the rest.
I attempted to plumb the depths of my soul with words. I dissected my childhood and family (stultifying but hardly traumatic), my sexual history (abortive), my career in various branches of the civil service (utterly without distinction, except for the number of times I was fired for insubordination to my superiors).
This done, and little learned, I began to write about the things that interested me now. I found myself with a great many descriptions of murders and sex acts performed upon dead boys. Small details began to return to me, such as the way a fingerprint would stay in the flesh of a corpse's thigh as if pressed into wax, or a cold thread of semen would sometimes leak out of a flaccid penis as I rolled it about on my tongue.
The only constant thread running through my prison notebooks was a pervasive loneliness with no discernible beginning and no conceivable end. But a corpse could never walk away.
I came to understand that these memories were my salvation. I no longer wanted to know why I had done such things if it meant I wouldn't want to do them anymore. I put my notebooks aside forever. I was different, and that was all. I had always known I was different; I could not trudge through life contentedly chewing whatever cud I found in my mouth, as those around me seemed to do. My boys were only another thing that set me apart from the rest.
Tabla Burn (Notas oscuras)
Dec. 4th, 2014 02:40 amFandom: Kagerou project/Mekakucity actors
Claim: Kano Shuuya
Claim: Kano Shuuya
1. Quemar. |
2. Te diré algo: no puedes ganar. |
3. Demasiado lento. |
4. Te diré algo ahora: me llevaré todo. |
5. ¿Has venido sólo a ver cómo me quemo? |
6. Te mostraré que no siempre me escondo. |
7. Ven abajo y mira cómo me quemo. |
8. No dejaré que se note que no siempre vuelo. |
9. Si es así, cuando yo baje, veré cómo te quemas. |
10. Déjame saber cómo tomarme esto. |
11. Me tratas con excesiva frialdad. |
12. Deja que lo vea antes de que me quiebre. |