I think that I'm throwing, but I'm thrown.
She used to fall down a lot, that girl was always falling, again and again, and I used to sometimes try to catch her, but I never even caught her name.
If life makes you scared and bitter, at least, it's not for very long.
When you sleep, sometimes you remember, when you wake, you always forget.
We've traveled too far and our momentum has taken over; we move idly towards eternity without possibility of reprieve or hope of explanation.
A man taking sense to himself is no madder than a man talking nonsense not to himself.
Uncertainty is the normal state, you're nobody special.
We have been left so long to our own devices - after awhile one welcomes the uncertainty of being left to other people's.
So leave them in their frozen world, come and be my lover, if only for one stolen moment, we will live forever.
Women seem wicked, when you're unwanted...
That which does not kill us, only makes us stranger.
And if little by little you stop loving me, I shall stop loving you...little by little.
I think I've reached that point, where giving up and going on, are both the same dead end to me...
I think I've reached that point, where every wish has come true and tired disguised oblivion is everything I do...
I think i've reached that point, where all the things you have to say and hopes for something more from me are just games to pass the time away...
Orange is ugly.
You think I don't understand, but I do, we don't say everything we could so that we can later say, "Oh, you misunderstood."
Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it.
If I thought I'd make a difference, I'd kill myself today
I loved you, sure I was coming up here to kill you, but I loved you...
Self-mutilation is the only pain that one can walk away from with a smile
Insanity is the only cure for the sane.
She'd always known she was different, much more aware of the world when it was obvious that most people went through life with their eyes shut and their brains set on simmer. It was comforting in a way to know that she really was different.
Parapsychology has no word for the uneasy feeling you have when you are in the presence of yourself. (Although, strictly speaking, humans feel it all the time.)
But you are human and your mind rebels for your own sake. Something gets across, though. Dreams, perhaps. Premonitions. Feelings.
Some shadows are so long they arrive before the light.
Society isn't here to help you.
I mean, it's a tradition, right? Leaving a note to explain why you did it..but then I'd have to know why in the first place, wouldn't I?
I am nothing but a reminder of what becomes of those who would try to escape fate...
I was born dead. But did not remain that way.
I'll gladly renounce my soul if it means finally belonging to something besides myself.
Nothing quite brings out the zest for life in a person like the thought of their impending death.
Don't tell me god works in mysterious ways. There's nothing mysterious about it. He's not working at all. He's playing..
You don't believe in the God you want to and I won't believe in the God I want to.
Any pile of Stunted growth unaware that entertainment is just that and nothing more, deserves to doom themselves to some dank cell, somewhere, for having been so stupid!! Movies, books, T.V., music- they're all just entertainment, not guidebooks for damning yourself!
I never drank her blood! Never! But I needed it!! You see!! It changes color when it dries! It never stays!! I Have to keep the wall wet!!
Your infection deludes you! You can wash away every last drop of blood from these walls, but the walls of your mind remain forever stained!! Ha!! Ha!! Ha!!
Dear Diary,
Today I stuffed some dolls full of dead
rats I put in the blender. I'm wondering if, maybe, there really is
something wrong with me.
No one will risk being linked with a "suspected" addict- but a registered, admitted addict is a whole different thing. As long as I'd confessed, I was okay. Nobody cared about the countless criminal addictions that preyed on me day and night- just as long as I was not in denial.
He had lived for almost twenty years without trauma, tension, hate or neurosis, which was proof of just how crazy he really was. His childhood had been a pleasant, though disciplined one. He got along well with his brothers and sisters, and he did not hate his mother and father, even though they had both been very good to him.
To be alone is to be lost. To be a secret. A secret kept even from oneself. We have never been truly alone. Still we all have tasted loneliness enough to guess.
In the darkness, solitude breeds madness... And in the light, a fatal innocence.
He has forgotten her. Perhaps he did not even remember her long enough to forget her.
Sometimes it's not what people give you that matters. It's what they don't.
Sometimes you don't know people, you only know what they give you
I am a vampire, I have the power to be creepy and mystic and I can touch my tongue with my nose...
But you are a person and I can't say I'm fond of that. My days are less enjoyable because of people. You will be the effigy I burn, infused with all the traits that make them the detestable little goblins they are. You won't really burn, though: ripped to shreds is more accurate.
Trust me, I know what self-loathing is, but to kill myself? That would put a damper on my search for answers. Not at all productive.
Oh..oh no, I'm still going to kill you. Though you are my bestest, bestest friend in the room, currently,
How lovely you are. So lovely in my straight jacket, though the bloodstains do clash with your lipstick. No matter...you are beautiful. It hurts me to look at you. How is it that you're so beautiful and so fucking ugly in the inside? You know it wouldn't take much to make your outside look like your inside!! Heh!! I could just chop your brain out! It doesn't deserve such a beautiful body!!!
I'm not a psychopath...a psychopath kills for no reason, I kill for money.
Life is a disease, sexually transmitted and invariably fatal.
When he shall die,
take him and cut him out in little stars
and he will make the face of heaven so
fine..
I walked into your dream, and now I've forgotten how to dream, my own dreams...
We told you all of our secrets, all but one...and don't you even try...
When you dream, sometimes you remember. When you wake, you always forget.
What's the word for the precise moment you realize that you've actually forgotten how it felt to make love to someone you really liked a long time ago?
-On reflection, while I could not give
you the thing itself, I could give you a dream of my love...
-I already have that my lord.
There are people of the day, and creatures of the night. And it's important to remember that the creatures of the night aren't simply the people of the day staying up late because they think that makes them cool and interesting. It takes more than heavy mascara and a pale complexion to cross the divide.
And you sit there and judge me and you think it makes a difference?
Death is a box.
-What's the name of the word for things
not being the same always? You know, I'm sure there is one. Isn't there?
There must be a word for it...The thing that lets you know time is happening.
Is there a word?
- Change.
-Oh, I was afraid of that.
And do you think love is like a trinket or a bauble, something I can reach into a pouch and present to you?
Darrian, don't you remember? Since long
ago have I known you -- those lives I remember and you do not. Beyond heaven
and hell lies the truth -- The spirit of man - your run through the fire
and your resurrection. We all have our roles to play -- I am the goddess
of birth and rebirth - Once I found my other half I knew what I was here
for -- Your rebirth as the lord of the hunt... the horned god --
the lord of changes.
Don't you remember? It all happens again
and again. I've known you before and you know me now - I will love you
like none - other for I have died a thousand tiny deaths... and every time
I died... I thought of you. You are Darrian Ashoka - The spirit of the
horned god lives within you. Come, let me adore you.
The girl was always falling, again and again...
There's nothing I'd like better than to fall...
The way the blue would pull me in, if it only would, if it only would. At least I'd lose this sense of sensing, something else that hides way.
Isn't it funny how the distance can learn to grow.