Gods won’t help, and gods won’t listen.
Inside my head the walls still glisten.
Waves won’t rush, and waves won’t drown
And I am the laughter of a clown.
Stars won’t shine, and stars won’t light my way.
I am but a handful of clay.
Din gramada cea mai mare
Ma tot uit si tot rasare
Cate-un prost si mi se pare
Ca tot el crede ca-i mai tare.
Dac-ar sti sa isi aleaga,
Dintre flori ce sa-nteleaga,
El tot n-ar sti sa culeaga
Si sa-si puna in desaga.
Fara sa asculte-apoi
Nici idei si pareri noi,
Prostul este prost si-n doi,
De-ale lui nu il dezdoi.
What I feel listening to „My Blood” by Ellie Goulding…
*air in*
That feeling that doesn’t go away just did – heavy
And I walked a thousand miles to prove it – tired and alone
And I’m caught in the crossfire of my own thoughts – I never know what to do
The color of my blood is all I see on the rocks – death
As you sail from me – silence
Alarms will ring for eternity – destruction
The waves will break every chain on me – I feel like I’m ripped apart
My bones will bleach – time passes, and I am still dead
My flesh will flee – I am evanescent
So help my lifeless frame to breathe – breathing is hard
And God knows I’m not dying but I bleed now – God cannot save me now
And God knows it’s the only way to heal now – God won’t save me now
With all the blood I lost with you – I am lifeless and torn apart
It drowns the love I thought I knew – but even if I’m all drained, this helps me heal myself
The lost dreams are buried in my sleep for him – I can only see you in my dreams
And this was the ecstasy of a love forgotten – love was, maybe, just an illusion
And I’m thrown in the gunfire of empty bullets – I was defenseless and alone
And my blood is all I see – I see myself with different eyes
As you steal my soul from me – empty and alone
Alarms will ring for eternity
The waves will break every chain on me
And God knows I’m not dying but I bleed now
And God knows it’s the only way to heal now
With all the blood I lost with you
It drowns the love I thought I knew
Ohhh, ohh oh [x6]
And God knows I’m not dying but I bleed now
And God knows it’s the only way to heal now
With all the blood I lost with you
It drowns the love I thought I knew
And God knows I’m not dying but I bleed now
And God knows it’s the only way to heal now
With all the blood I lost with you
It drowns the love I thought I knew
*air out*
This is music for people who feel pain. People who love pain. People who need it to move on. I am those people. Sorry for the analysis.
How to kill a boy on the first date?
She asked.
As if the answer sat in me,
Waiting to be given to her,
Willingly.
Well, I cannot really,
It’s nothing you can do.
Just wait your turn,
Sit patiently…
That’s what everyone says!
A first date is a first date
And I have no need for a second one!
Well, then, my dear,
Don’t pay attention to what he says or does.
Don’t pay the bill.
Talk louder, laugh horribly.
Under no circumstances
Don’t understand his jokes.
Be as annoying as you think you can be,
And also go a little over board with the alcohol.
Make him want to slap you at dinner.
If he doesn’t, he’s a pussy,
If he does, he’s a worthless piece of shit.
Throw a drink or two
(They have to be Martinis)
In his face
And accuse him of looking at other girls.
Say mean things about his mother
And laugh at his tiny hands.
Ask him about his alopecia
And various STDs,
And suggest his sister is a whore.
If, at the end of the night, he still wants to live,
Hand him a knife.
In his kidneys.
For life.
[play: Rihanna – Rude Boy]
Theoretically, i am all having fun. Theoretically, it’s all good.
Except that i haven’t been having fun in a long long time, and nothing is good since like, nowhen.
Rude boy – but this doesn’t mean rude boys are allowed.
I am sick of rude boys, fuck ‘em!
Deci fata. Nu te du. Stai acasa, cica mai e un fel de aerobic de-l faci in sufragerie. La sala pute si e nasol, aparatele alea sunt tare grele.
Plus ca acasa nu trebuie echipament. Eo mi-am luat decat un tricou si pantaloni, ca aveam deja adidasii aia roz, da’ i-am murdarit pe-acolo si i-am aruncat. Tricoul si pantalonii ii am prin casa, dar nu mai am ce face cu ei. Sunt atat de urati…
Si baietii care merg la sala cred ca-s ghei. N-a venit decat unul sa vorbeasca cu mine, dar de fapt vroia sa-mi zica ca aveam siretul dezlegat.
Antrenorii aia nu te baga in seama deloc. Stai langa aparat, si daca nu-i chemi, ei nu vin. Si cand te pun sa faci exercitii, te pun sa faci cate 8 odata! Deci am vazut niste fete, saracele. Mi-era mila de ele.
Fata, si acolo n-au nici cioco calda, nici cafea. Mi se facuse o pofta de praji cu midgale, mama-mama! Si stii ce-i nasol? Nu poti sa tii geanta cu tine! Si nici telefonul! Am stat aproape doua ore si am lucrat, atunci cand mi-am rupt unghia, stii tu cand, si n-am putut sa am geanta cu mine.
Da’ i-am fentat. Aveam telefonul in sutien. Noroc ca e Galaxy Mini din ala micut. Ce bine ca n-am avut bani de Aifon!
Da’ fata, deci eo nu ma mai duc niciodata la sala. Abia am fost la manechiura. Si nici nu e metrou direct pana acolo.
Aaa, frumos. Alea cica-s benzi. De alergat, nu de desenat. Parca nu puteam sa alerg in parc, dar in fine. Unde-o fi Vio?
Ah, uite-l. Deci jur. Oamenii imbracati in trenic sunt cei mai oribil. Ah, sa ma duc sa-l pup.
La naiba, m-a lasat singura. In fine. Foarte multi tipi, multi umflati cu pompa si asculta manele in casti. Perfect!
*dupa 5 minute pe bicicleta*
La naiba! Eram sigura! Mi-am rupt o unghie. *scoate telefonul*
Mari? Mari! Deci sa vezi faza! M-am dus la sala, tu. Si mi-am rupt o unghie. Poti sa te ocupi de ea in jumatate de ora? Pai de ce nu? Pai si ce daca? Eo nu sunt clienta? Pai fa-mi si mie unghiile azi! Te rog! Pai da. Stiu c-am zis ca ti-i dau, dar azi nu pot. Cand pot? Pai… Abia am facut abonamentul la sala, poti.. Poftim? Pai ce-ti pasa tie ce fac eu cu banii MEI?! *urletele atrag atentia asupra domnisoarei, care cracaneaza ochii in orbite*
Alo? Alo? C*rva dracului! Mi-a inchis!
*bip bip bip*
Mitzi? Mitziiii! Deci fata! Nu mai suport! La sala e urat rau! Toata lumea trage de fiare si se da cu bicicleta si alearga si eo mi-am rupt o unghie si panarama aia de Mari mi-a inchis telefonul in nas! Pai, ca mi-a cerut banii pentru data aialalta cand mi-a facut manechiura si i-am zis ca n-am. Nenorocita!
*dupa 30 minute*
Da, fata! Si mi-am luat si echipament, am si abonament! Si-mi pare atat de rau! Deci e cel mai nasol lucru din lume! Eo nu mai pot veni asa la sala, ca e super-stresant si o sa fac riduri! Ma doare degetul si acum!
*dupa 10 minute, clientii incep sa plece treptat-treptat*
Fata, deci aici nu te baga nimeni in seama. Stai si alergi ca boul si tragi de alea pe-aici. Nu-ti dau si ei un sendvis sau o cafea. Te lasa asa de izbeliste.
*dupa 15 minute*
Fata, hai ca inchid. Am ramas decat eo aici. Cred ca s-a inchis programul.