Thursday, May 31, 2012

What’s a god to a non-believer? Who don’t believe in anything?

I can feel my head heavy like a bag of bones around my body. Somewhere close to me, I can feel a nauseous smell of scrambled eggs, combined with a soft smell of roses. I feel sick. Slowly I open my eyes, gently, like a little butterfly who fells like it's time came. All i can see it's a white wall with a blurry picture from 80's, hanged on the wall, and a big window on my right side, who's giving me the view a crowded neighborhood. A strange feeling come through my bones to my chest. I don't know this place. 
A little brown cat climbed the white bedsheet that's all around me, and almost suffocated me. A little 'meow' came from it's beautiful little muzzle. All i have on me is my beautiful sexy white underwear, I wore... I wore... I mean.... what time is now, day? 
A sexy guy with a black tight shirt, large jeans and eyeglasses is standing now on the doorway. He has deep green eyes, and he's looking at me. I'm pulling over the sheets, to cover my body. 




Tuesday, May 29, 2012

I'm the kid who's looking for Sun.


Dressed up in my little silk white dress. Lay down in the bed, carefully, gently without a noise, trying to find something or somebody, in the incredible darkness around me. Pulling over the dark-black blanket, I've got from my grandma. It feels like a little rose who just born from cold raindrops. Two hours ago i was walking down 'that' street I hate so much. It's late in the night or early in the morning. I saw the sun rising up from the old victorian houses. The guy in black was there all the time, without saying a word, just watching my moves on the dance floor, on the loud rhythms of dubstep. Now I'm sitting in my messy room, watching the sun getting up, from the dust of forbidden feelings. 


Saturday, May 26, 2012

And the face that I wish was a ghost.


Kill me right now. I've just found this photo, and immediately felt in love with this guy. Look at him...
What do you think about this sweetie? 

-Marlon Teixeira-


Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Trying to find the in-betweens.



All the light go down, just my soul still remains like a firework. Bright lights turning green. Breathing life into the nightmare. Crystalline sounds,  from an old dusty guitar, it's calling me into the darkness, to dance with stars, and watch the moon from the young green field. Spin around like a twister, who's aspire to big dreams and endless hope. Only young and naive still. The mood is changing like the wind, trying to find the in-betweens. Fall back in love eventually. Can you whisper? The words are running around me, but no one can get out, from the magical bubble. Promises are running towards the sky dying slowly in the broken dreams and tears. The battle inside is falling apart and sun is coming closer to break the fog. 

-Frances Bean Cobain-

Monday, May 21, 2012

We mash up the place, turn up the bass, and make them all have fun.

Fuck it. I can't concentrate on my history lessons. I want this song. Right now. Love it! 
It doesn't sound like me, but I really love Skrillex. If you asked me about him last summer, I would probably answer you like 'who the fuck is that'... So people chance their taste for music, but not me... I'm still into 80's rock. 
The latest song of Skrillex with Damian Marley - Make it bun dem


Saturday, May 12, 2012

Give me the final piece, that holds the puzzle's end.



"Ok , I've been through this many times before. Com'on. It's just 2 hours of detention. 2 boring hours.", I told myself, while I was walking the hallway. My feet know where to go. The second floor , turn to left, the fifth door on right. It's easy. I have the little black beats headphones on my ears.The song that starts is 'Black Magic'. Ha, funny. 
There it is. The usual brown wooden door, that has on it the big yellow sign, with the 'detention' thing on it. Mr. O'Conner, is already here. Damn, I'm late again. All the problem kids from school are here. I can't call myself a 'problem kid', because I have only A's, but I have sometimes bad behaviour, which always leads me to the principal's office, who's kind of used to see my face around his door.  We’re kind of buddies. I don’t know. I just love this black guy, because he is always nice to me, even when I do stupid things.
‘Hello! Can I come in?’, I asked like a routine.
‘Oh, miss  McLauren. I think this will add few minutes extra to your detention.  And, yeah, you can come in.’, said Mr. O’Conner, with a big fake smile on his face. It’s obvious that I don’t have special tratment. On contrary, they’re a little bit  harsh with me, ‘cause I don’t learn my lesson.
‘Thank you!’, I said like I was to a masquerade, where you need to be  impeccable.
All the eyes in the room are now watching me. In the room are 2, 4, yeah 5 kids. There on the left row is Jennie, the girl with red curly hair, and a blonde shy girl that I've never saw. On the center is a popular guy, that have been  last week in detention, for don't know what stupid thing... and another emo girl, with some creepy nose-ear-piercing. And on the right raw a nice guy, who just come to Devil Hallows. My boots made a strange noise when I walked on the just washed vinyl floor. I take the seat in the back, who's fortunately empty, and put my bag on the small desk. Now I'm standing behind that cute guy. 
.....
 I spend 2 hours, listening music, and do some of my homework. Now I'm watching the big watch above the blackboard. Just 5 more minutes.
I am distracted by a small note, that landed on my desk. It's from the cute guy in front of me. 
'Do you need a ride home? I can take you with my motor, if you want to. -Luke'
Ohh, that's nice. 'He has a motorcycle, he's cute, he has big green eyes, and yeah is new, so I guess I got the big jackpot.', I told myself with some kind of quiet enthusiasm voice inside my had. I write him back saying 'Ok. I really need a ride home. -Ade' 
Now it's time to go. I put all my stuff back in my bag. 
'Excuse me.' Mr. O'Conner is wathcing me. 'Miss McLauren, you have to stay 10 more minutes. I mentioned this, when you entered.' 
Really? You gotta be kidding me! Fine... I put my gab back on desk. I have to stay 10 more minutes. 
The cute guy is turned around. I have to leave him go. I can't ask him to wait for me. I grab his arm, and he turns to me, so we can have an eye contact. 
'Hmm. Sorry. I have to stay 10 more damn minutes. You can go. Maybe some other time.', I said like I was really sorry about what happend. He looks amaizing.  
'All right. I just tought you needed a ride home. If it's ok for you, then some other time.', said with a big smile on his face. 'Look...' he grabs a pen, take my hand and write some numbers on my arm. 'This is my number. You can call me, sometimes.' He gaves me another big smile. 'Bye Ade.'
'Bye.'
'Ok. Ok. Ok. Too much noise kids. Bye. Now go home', said Mr. O'Conner. 
All get off the class. Now I'm lonely. 10 minutes passed very hard. The sun is going down. It's 8, and I'm still not home. Rich is the only one that knows where I am. Ehhh, it's going to be ok. How I know my dad he's still not home, and Rich is probably spending some time with his girlfriend. 
'Now, you can go. Have a nice evening miss McLauren.'
I was surprised. Yeah, babe, now I can go home. Hell yeah!
'Have a nice evening. Goodbye.'
I can't be rude. At least not now.
I kick my ass out of school. I want to go home have a hot shower, and then go to sleep. I'm exhausted. The parking lot is empty, excluding a 70's red Mustang, that looks like brand new. Who the heck is that? The popular guy gets out of Mustang. 'What is he doing here?', I asked myself. He's wearing some black Calvin Klein jeans, and a normal black T-shirt.
'Hey. Do you need a ride?', he asked me.
I'm walking to him.
'Yeah I kind of need one.'
I get into the car without waiting for an invitation. He has a dream catcher caught by rearview mirror. He turns on the engine, and the car made some noise. Now we're on the road. The car looks amaizing. Everything inside is made by leather. I can feel the smell of a expensive parfume that seems very familiar to me. Someoane I know, have the same parfume.
'Where we're going?', he asked. I know who he is, and I can tell that he have a really bad reputation.
'Do you know where Blood Street is?'. Now he's going to find out who I am.
'Yeah. There is staying my friend Rich. He has a big house. You might know him.'
'Yes. I do.' And I really do know him very well.
'Oh that's great!', he said very exited.
'Yeah, well he's my brother.'
The car turned to right, and now I can see the big houses build in the Victorian style. Jake looked at me like I was a ghost that appeared in front of his eyes from nowhere.

Friday, May 11, 2012

Because they sleep with a gun, and keep an eye on you, son, so they can watch all the things you do.




They're gonna clean up your looks, with all the lies in the books, to make a citizen out of you, because they sleep with a gun, and keep an eye on you, son, so they can watch all the things you do.Because the drugs never work, they're gonna give you a smirk. 'Cause they got methods of keeping you clean. They're gonna rip up your heads. Your aspirations to shreds, another cog in the murder machine. They said all, teenagers scare. The living shit out of me, they could care less, as long as someone'll bleed. So darken your clothes, or strike a violent pose. Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me. The boys and girls in the clique, the awful names that they stick. You're never gonna fit in much, kid, but if you're troubled and hurt. What you got under your shirt? Will make them pay for the things that they did.


I'm going to sleep right now, bitches.
Sweet dreams!

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

And all this talk of death, has really brightened up my week. And the smell of sweat, really helps me sleep.



Everybody hates math, and so do I. 
Tomorrow I'll have the final math test paper, and I really don't know how the fuck I'm going to get an at least 9, because I need it. Look at me. Right now I feel like I know everything I need for that test, but tomorrow I'm going to be like 'oh, I'm dead!'. And I know that it's going to be ok, but I'm just a little bit nervous. I'm not going to die. I've learn a lot this year, and I really deserve a good mark. I know I can do it. I'll do it! That's for sure!` Bitches! 
I love this song. It's from The Vampire Diaries, witch I like very much. 
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Toata lumea uraste matematica, la fel si eu.
Maine dau teza, si nu prea imi dau seama cum naiba o sa iau cel putin 9, pentru ca am nevoie de nota aia. Uita-te la mine, In a cest moment simt ca si cum as stii tot ce am nevoie pentru acel test, dar maine am sa fiu ceva de genu 'oh, sunt moarta!'. Si stiu ca o sa fie bine, dar am doar putine emotii. Nu am sa mor. Am invatat mult anul asta, si chiar merit sa iau o nota buna. Stiu ca am sa reusesc. O sa reusesc! Asta este sigur! Bitcehs!
Iubesc cantecul asta. Este din Jurnalele Vampirului, care imi place foarte tare. 


Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over. Part of me believing it was always something that I'd done.




Boy> Now and then I think of when we were together, like when you said you felt so happy you could die. Told myself that you were right for me, but felt so lonely in your company. But that was love and it's an ache I still remember. You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness, like resignation to the end, always the end, so when we found that we could not make sense, well you said that we would still be friends, but I'll admit that I was glad it was over. But you didn't have to cut me off, make out like it never happened and that we were nothing. And I don't even need your love. But you treat me like a stranger and I feel so rough. No you didn't have to stoop so low, have your friends collect your records and then change your number. I guess that I don't need that though. .Now you're just somebody that I used to know.
Girl> Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over. Part of me believing it was always something that I'd done. But I don't wanna live that way, reading into every word you say, you said that you could let it go, And I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know
Boy> But you didn't have to cut me off, make out like it never happened and that we were nothing. And I don't even need your love. But you treat me like a stranger and I feel so rough. No you didn't have to stoop so low, have your friends collect your records and then change your number. I guess that I don't need that though. .Now you're just somebody that I used to know.



Firts I found this video (click), with 5 guys on a single guitar, and I was thrilled because of their idea, and I didn't paid attention to the song... and now Gotye is everywhere. I mean like, on radio, phones, ipods, everywhere, and everyone loves this song, and some of them don't even know who's singing. 
I felt in love with Gotye's eyes. That green is just perfect. 



Sunday, May 6, 2012

Some people talk about ya, like they know all about ya.



Whoaaa, another day. I take your pain away.
Some people talk about ya, like they know all about ya. When you get down they doubt ya, and when you dip it on the scene, yeah they talkin' bout it, 'cause they can't dip on the scene. Whatcha talk about it, t-t-t-talkin' bout it. When you get elevated, they love it or they hate it. You dance up on them haters, keep getting funky on the scene, while they jumpin' round ya. They trying to take all of your dreams, but you can't allow it.
Cause baby whether you're high or low, whether you're high or low, you gotta tip on the tightrope. (Tip, tip on it). T-t-t-tip on the tightrope. (Tip, tip on it).
Baby, baby...
See I'm not walkin' on it, or tryin' to run around it. This ain't no acrobatics, you either follow or you lead, yeah. I'm talkin' bout you, I'll keep on blaming the machine, yeah. I'm talkin' bout it, t-t-t-talkin' bout it. I can't complain about it. I gotta keep my balance, and just keep dancin on it. We gettin funky on the scene, and you know about it, like a star on the screen. Watch me tipple on it.
I tip on alligators and little rattle snakers, but I'm another flavor, something like a terminator. Ain't no equivocating, I fight for what I believe. Why you talkin' bout it? S-s-she's talkin' bout it. Some callin' me a sinner. Some callin' me a winner. I'm callin' you to dinner, and you know exactly what I mean, yeah I'm talkin' bout u. You can rock or you can leave. Watch me tip without you.
N-N-Now whether I'm high or low, whether I'm high or low. I'm gonna tip on the tightrope. Mmmm... (Tip, tip on it)
You can't get too high (You can't get too high )I said you can't get too low (We can't get too low) Cause you get too high (You can't get too high) No you'll surely be low (No, you'll surely be low) 1, 2, 3, Huh!
Yeah, yeah, now shut up, yeah. Yeah. Yeah, now put some voodoo on it. Ladies and gentlemen the funkiest horn section in Metropolis. Yeah yeah yeah..., OH! We call that Classy Brass!
Oooooohhhh ooooohhhhh. OH!
Do you mind?If I play the ukulele, just like a little lady? Do you mind? Just like a little lady.

-No more words.-

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

We are young. So let's set the world on fire. We can burn brighter , than the sun.


Give me a second ,I need to get my story straight. My friends are in the bathroom, getting higher than the Empire State. My lover, she is waiting for me, just across the bar. My seat's been taken by some sunglasses, asking 'bout a scar, and I know I gave it to you months ago. I know you're trying to forget, but between the drinks and subtle things, the holes in my apologies, you know I'm trying hard to take it back, so if by the time the bar closes, and you feel like falling down, I'll carry you home.
Tonight… We are young. So let's set the world on fire. We can burn brighter , than the sun.
Now I know that I'm not all that you got. I guess that I just thought maybe we could find a ways to fall apart, but our friends are back, so let's raise a toast, ‘cause I found someone to carry me home.
Carry me home tonight,  just carry me home tonight
The moon is on my side. I have no reason to run, so will someone come and carry me home tonight. The angels never arrived, but I can hear the choir, so will someone come and carry me home.
Tonight… We are young. So let's set the world on fire. We can burn brighter , than the sun.
So if by the time the bar closes, and you feel like falling down, I'll carry you home tonight.


He's fuckin' good live! LOOOVE this song!