thecatintherye: (Sleep well)
I used to get drunk to get my spark
And it used to work just fine
And it made me wretched but it gave me heart
I miss him like I miss my wine
thecatintherye: (Ugh)
Esta piel que tengo ha comenzado a picarme y me la estoy arrancando como todos los años. Bienvenidos sean los que quieran tenerme de vuelta.
Ophelia's mind went wandering
You'd wonder where she goes
Through secret doors down corridors
She wanders there alone, all alone

Natalie Merchant - Ophelia
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?
thecatintherye: (Ken)
See you in your dreams, yeah, baby
Or at least in nightmares
I'll find you
thecatintherye: (Stars)
I’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
thecatintherye: (Sure)
I 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.
thecatintherye: (Matt)
It’s been years
Since we carved our names
On a clocktower door
Before everything changed
We were big eyed kids
With the salt on our skin
And we’d throw our kites to the wind
thecatintherye: (Really)
Feliz Navidad, supongo.
thecatintherye: (Two)
Well I’m a stone
And I’m carried on the river
Like a boat
Sailing on the sea
Oh well I’ll keep on walking
Well I said I’ll keep on walking
Till I find that old love or that old love comes to find me
thecatintherye: (Mezclar)
Fandom: Kagerou project/Mekakucity actors
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.
thecatintherye: (Hat)
In the beginning, She was stunning and pure,
When he first saw her, he fainted to the floor.
She was distant and arrogant from the start,
She did not see the fragile state of his heart.
She fell in love with him on that very day,
She became softer in every way.
thecatintherye: (Tatoo)
I used to love you
See the light inside of you
I used to dream that
You were an angel
And I was a starving child
And we were...magic...
thecatintherye: (Witchcraft)
What happened to her? I thought she was here
In the eyes of love, I saw her through her tears
I saw her expire, I saw her move on
Like a ghost through the fog, the ghost is gone
thecatintherye: (Cards)
Rhiannon, oh, taken by
taken by the sky,
while the dreams unwind
as love's a state of mind
thecatintherye: (Working)
I'm not asking "forever" from you
I'm just asking to be held for awhile
In a timeless search for love that might work
Still we're already paying the price
thecatintherye: (Tatoo)
I lie down by the side, my darling
My life, my life and my bride
I lie down by the side

I lie down by the side of my darling
My life, my life and my bride
I lie down
thecatintherye: (Veamos)
She rings like a bell through the night
and wouldn't you love to love her?
She rules her life like a bird in flight
and who will be her lover?

thecatintherye: (Crown)
She dances around in a circle
Well she's got that feeling now
Blame it on something at first sight
Put the blame on me if you want to
To be continued
thecatintherye: (Candles)
Awh, take my love, take it down
Awh, climb a mountain and turn around
And if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
Well, the landslide bring it down


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