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12 de junio de 2010

You know me.

- Sé lo que es intentar esconderse de lo que uno es para que pare el dolor. Tienes que hacer daño a otros. ¿Sigues buscando a alguien que te quite la maldad a golpes? Disfrutas viendo como los demás se revuelcan en su propia mierda mientras te piden ayuda y no haces nada. Quieres que esos otros sientan algo de tu dolor, por poco que sea, pero que lo sientan. En lo más hondo, clavándoseles en las costillas y arañándoles el corazón. Eres una harpia, un animal, y lo disfrutas, igual que yo.

- Uhm...me conoces mejor que yo misma, querido.

bangBANGbang

OMG.


"Hi mum:
I'm bisexual."

25 de mayo de 2010

Just do it.

- ¿Qué haces cuando alguien que amas te decepciona? Jode de verdad ¿eh?
- Debes dejar de amarlos.

- ¿Es eso posible?
- No. Creo que no.



- No entran.
- ¿Por qué no?
- Fiesta privada. Y eres un menor. Y no me gusta tu cara. Tú no entras.
- Escúchame, robot. Puede que seas más fuerte que yo, pero al menos puedo amar.


Skins, season 3.

27 de abril de 2010

Venga, acostúmbrate a leer la letra pequeña.

Warning:
If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second off your life. Don't you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can't think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all that claim it? Do you read everything you're supposed to read? Do you think every thing you're supposed to think? Buy what you're told to want? Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you're alive. If you don't claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned.

El club de la lucha.

Naomily love.

-I’ve loved you from the first time I saw you. I think I was twelve. It took me three years to pluck up the courage to speak to you. But I was so scared of the way I felt, you know, loving a girl. I learned how to become a sarcastic bitch just to make it feel normal. I screwed guys to make it go away, but it didn’t work. When we got together, it scared the shit out of me because you were the one person who could ruin my life. I pushed you away. I made you think things were your fault, but really, I was just terrified of pain. I screwed that girl Sophia to kinda spite you for having that hold on me. I’m a total fucking coward because I got these, these tickets to go for us three months ago. But I, but I couldn’t stand… I didn’t want to be a slave for the way I feel about you. Can you understand? You were trying to punish me back and it’s horrible. It’s so horrible because, really, I’d die for you. I love you. I love you so much and it’s killing me.

Skins, season 4.

18 de abril de 2010

I'm shit.

-Freddie, she loves you, you know?
-What?
-She loves you. And she can't stand it. Can't stand the love, so she fucks me instead.
-What?
-I'm pissed off yeah. She's taking the piss. And it's hurting me, cos Cook needs the love too. Cookie's got nothing. Cookie's always got nothing. That's why I do her pal. That's why I pop Panda. Panda's popped. It's always the same - great tits Panda, great tits Effy. That's all I get, cos' I'm shit. I'm pure shit.

Skins, season 4.

15 de abril de 2010

Broken.

Aún recuerdo el día en que mi corazón murió, la gente decía que eran tonterías mías...que ya se me pasaría. Lo que no saben, esque no hace falta estar muerto para sentir que no tienes vida...
Y van pasando los días y siento que en mí algo a cambiado.
Claro que puedo sentir de nuevo.
Pero cuesta tanto, cuesta tanto...