The killer in me is the killer in you

I will find a way..

Everything you are I will betray

Oh, I swear that I will find a way

It's time to do it now, and do it loud.

Make no apology
It's death or victory
On my authority
Crash and burn
Young and loaded

Drop like a bullet shell
Dress like a sleeper cell
I'd rather go to hell
Than be in purgatory
Cut my hair
Gag and bore me
Pull this pin

Let this world explode.

Post Blue

I'm not the kind of person that actually shows her feelings; tho there are people who read me all the time. Or they think they do. I try not to be too inexpressive or rude, 'cause this time I really want you to know.
Never thought someone could make me see things in a different way; I could never imagine that my opinion about life would change so bad. All I wanted my entire life was to be extremely free, and always knew that to make this I'd have to lose everything. The idea of having nothing to hold on was liberating, and loneliness seemed to be the best choice. I'm hard to believe in people, even more to like them. And now.. look at me now. I want you, more than I'd like to admit.. I really fucking love you.
You're making it worth everything.

It's in the water, baby, it's in your frequency
It's in the water, baby, it's between you and me
Down on my bended knees, I break the back of love for you
I break the back of love for you.

New

As coisas vão ser muito diferentes agora. Talvez esse seja o motivo pelo qual não me desespero por desconhecer o resultado - muito menos tento prevê-lo. É inútil e desnecessário. O que foi para acontecer, aconteceu.
Minha maior alegria é saber como as coisas estão mudadas. É ter o constante sentimento de que, apesar da dor, vale a pena e vai continuar valendo depois. Quando você espera por algo há muito tempo, se surpreende quando ela chega. É irreal, doído e bom.
Cada dia, cada segundo, se regenera. E melhora e faz diferença. Tenho certeza de que fizemos a coisa certa.
The future is bulletproof, the aftermath is secondary.

Gustave Flaubert

"Encerrar-se todas as noites num lugar público imundo,
para bater com pedaços de osso de carneiro, marcados com
pintas pretas, em cima de mesas de mármore, parecia-lhe um
acto precioso da sua liberdade, que lhe elevava o conceito que
tinha de si mesmo. Era uma espécie de iniciação no mundo, o
acesso aos prazeres proibidos, e, ao entrar, punha a mão na
maçaneta da porta com um gozo quase sensual: Então, muita
coisa nele reprimida se expandiu, aprendeu de cor versos que
cantavam as boas-vindas, entusiasmou-se por Béranger, aprendeu
a fazer ponche e conheceu, enfim, o amor Graças a este género
de preparação[..]" Madame Bovary.

100 Suns.

I believe in nothing,
Not the end and not the start

I believe in nothing,
Not the Earth and not the stars

I believe in nothing,
Not the day and not the dark

I believe in nothing,
But the beating of our hearts.

I believe in nothing
One hundred suns until we part

I believe in nothing,
Not in Satan, not in God

I believe in nothing,
Not in peace and not in war

I believe in nothing,
But the truth of who we are.

Amazing.

It's amazing
With the blink of an eye you finally see the light
It's amazing
When the moment arrives that you know you'll be alright
It's amazing
And I'm sayin' a prayer for the desperate hearts tonight.