Katja
There is no real me.
Only an entity.
Something illusory.
& Though I can hide my cold gaze
& You can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours
& maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comprable.
I simply, am not there.
Only an entity.
Something illusory.
& Though I can hide my cold gaze
& You can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours
& maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comprable.
I simply, am not there.
7 / 3 / 11
"I make you come just to watch you leave, I walk around with your heart on my sleeve." - All Time Low
7 / 3 / 11
"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!" -
4 / 26 / 11
"So when sickness turns my eager world,
I know you’ll act as a clever medicine.
If I turn into another,
Dig me up from under what is covering,
The better part of me.
Sing this song,
Remind me that we’ll always have each other,
When everything else is gone.
