For once in my life...

So for once in my life, let me get what I want. Lord knows it would be the first time. 

The middle place

AND MAY ANGELS LEAD YOU IN.

You're a thousand miles away

I'D SEND A POSTCARD TO YOU DEAR, 'CAUSE I WISH YOU WERE HERE.

A.

 Courageux mais pas téméraire‎ 

Mirror, mirror on the wall. Watch me break and watch me fall.

Mon amour

Paris est très jolie, mais pas plus que vous

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Broken dreams

Scream it, shout it, tell everybody that you're gonna leave 

Scream it, shout it, tell everybody that you're gonna leave 

Scream it, shout it, tell everybody that you're gonna leave 

Scream it, shout it, tell everybody that you're gonna leave 

Scream it, shout it, tell everybody that you're gonna leave 

Scream it, shout it, tell everybody that you're gonna leave 

Scream it, shout it, tell everybody that you're gonna leave

Scream it, shout it, tell everybody that you're gonna leave 

Scream it, shout it, tell everybody that you're gonna leave  

A.

OR YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO GET A KOALA. 

♥

WHEN YOU ARE IN LOVE YOU CAN'T FALL ASLEEP BECAUSE REALITY IS BETTER THAN YOUR DREAMS.

Someday...

SOMEDAY MY PAIN WILL MARK YOU.

This fall is so long, and the ground is so hard. I know I can't depend on you to catch me. For when I fall, you step to the left to be with the one you care about more. I trip and stumble and you step back and watch me plummet.

Marshmallows

MONEY CAN'T BUY HAPPINESS, BUT CAN BUY MARSHMALLOWS WHICH ARE KINDA THE SAME THING.

Screw ya

PEOPLE LIKE YOU ARE THE REASON WHY WE HAVE MIDDLE FINGERS.

A.

YOU THINK YOU WANT TO DIE, BUT IN REALITY YOU JUST WANT TO BE SAVED.

Keep moving on

I'm scared. I'm scared that I'm not going to be okay. That maybe it's not going to work out in the end. Maybe that's giving up hope but maybe it's thinking logically. I've had too much time alone to think about this. But it's like I've had this time because I actually give a fuck about people. I have compassion. Apparently, I'm the only one. I never got the memo to give up on your best friends.




Maybe  I like you because you're a lot like me. Or well, you're a lot like me but then in a better way. Plus you're everything I'm not. You're just like me, but then a thousand times better.

It took me a long time to realize this and I think I'm starting to, but sometimes what you want isn't always what you get. But in the end, what you get is so much better then what you wanted. Some people say it'll never happen, and we're just wasting time. But good things come when you least expect them, so I don't really mind.

There are two kinds of people in your life. People that are there to pick you up, and people who are there to push you down. In the end, you're going to thank them both.

You can tell more about a person by what they say about others, than you can by what others say about them.

Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up. If a guy punches you, he likes you. Never try to trim your own bangs, and someday you will meet a wonderful guy, and get your very own happy ending. Every movie we see, every story we're told, implores us to wait for it. The third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. But sometimes we're so focused on finding our happy ending, we don't learn how to read the signs

. How to tell from the ones who want us and the ones who don't, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. And maybe a happy ending doesn't include a guy, maybe it's you, on your own, picking up the pieces, and starting over. Freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is just moving on. Or maybe the happy ending is this. Knowing after all the unreturned phone calls, and broken-hearts; through the blunders, and misread signals; through all the pain and embarrassment - you never gave up.

Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.

I don't believe in "the one". It's so stereotypical. You can't always get the perfect guy, or the perfect circumstances. Sometimes you just have to take the good with the bad, and smile with the sad. There will always be ways you have to bend, and certain ways you have to compromise to make it work. I don't believe in fate. I just believe that everything happens for a reason; true love never has a happy ending. Sometimes letting go is a way of saying I love you.

Don't promise me forever. Just love me day by day. No one knows the future. We're young, but that's okay.

I wish you hadn't turned your back. I wish you had explained. I wish you hadn't made me lose my faith in everything. For the rest of my life, I'll never forget that night we stayed up talking till five. I told you my dreams and fears, and you told me all your secrets. I never opened myself up to someone like that before. What we felt at the one moment in time... was simply irreplaceable.

 As we grow older, things must change, but they don't always have to end. Even though it is different now, you will always be my friend. When you reach into a box of Lucky Charms, you know there's a prize in the bottom. When you miss the King of the World scene in Titanic, you can rewind it. You can fast forward through when Simba's dad dies in the Lion King. But in life, if you miss something, you miss it. You can't go back. Sometimes you take all the right chances, say all the right things, and you still end up right back where you started. Happiness is not free, even though everyone says it is. Really, think about it. Something bad has to happen for you to realize how much you appreciate what you have now, to truly be happy. You won't know what the sunshine feels like unless you've been in the dark for a while. The people you love the most are the ones that end up hurting you the most. Life bites, and there are no guarantees, but somehow it always ends up giving you this great feeling when everything's said and done.

A n n e   y o u   c a n ' t   h i d e ,  y o u   k n o w  w e ' l l  f i n  d   y o u . 

Don't forget to smile

AFTER DARKNESS THERE IS ALWAYS LIGHT. BUT STILL YOU CHOOSE TO BELIEVE THAT THE NIGHT WILL LAST FOREVER, NOTHING LASTS FOREVER. NOT THE GOOD OR THE BAD. SO YOU MIGHT AS WELL SMILE WHILE YOU'RE HERE.

Al máximo

O puede que estés tan agusto que sea ese el motivo por el cual no te apetece moverte de tu situación. Porque estás sentada sobre la arena jugando a entrelazar tus pies y manos con ella y a lo lejos está el mar. Y las olas, con su lento vaivén. ¿Las olas se mueren al llegar a la orilla o regresan al mar para engendrar una nueva ola? Qué curioso, ¿verdad? Puede que te rodees de las mejores personas y, aún así, a veces lo único que queremos es estar a solas con el complejo funcionamiento de nuestra mente. Y dejarnos llevar por nuestros sueños más ocultos, y fantasear con lo que hubiero pasado si... O incluso soñar con un futuro que probablemente nunca vivirás. Porque sabes que nunca te pasará eso precisamente a tí, pero aún así, te gusta imaginarlo.
¿Nunca te ha pasado? Sí, seguro que alguna vez en tu vida te has imaginado una situación, te has inventado a las personas y tú eras el centro. Y fantaseabas que por un momento tú eras el centro de atención, que te miraban, te respetaban e incluso podías oler la adoración. Aunque sabes que eso nunca te pasará.
Y fantaseas, tanto que hasta la realidad la confundes con tus dulces sueños, y si no se cumplen te entristeces como una niña pequeña, la que te gustaría seguir siendo para el resto de tu vida. Esa niña pequeña tímida, de pelo liso, alta, de ojos despiertos, precavida, sensata y muy, pero que muy sensible a todo. Pero sin preocupaciones referentes a la vida, sólo preocupada por el color del techo de la casa que estaba dibujando.

La niñez, qué tiempos aquellos. Y aunque a veces diga, al igual que Peter: ''Wendy, ¿por qué tenemos que crecer?'', entiendo que es una fase más de la vida. Ahora toca madurar y ser consciente de las cosas que ocurren y de las situaciones por las que paso, pero nunca dejar de disfrutar de los pequeños placeres de la vida. Porque vida, sólo hay una, y hay que disfrutarla al máximo.

5-4-94.

Hablando como el estúpido con gran experiencia que preferiría ser un charlatán infantil castrado. Esta nota debería de ser muy fácil de entender. Todo lo que me enseñaron en los cursos de punk-rock que he ido siguiendo a lo largo de estos años, desde mi primer contacto con la, digamos, ética de la independencia y la vinculación con mi entorno ha resultado cierto.
Ya hace demasiado tiempo que no me emociono ni escuchando ni creando música, ni tampoco escribiéndola, ni siquiera haciendo Rock'n'Roll.

Me siento increíblemente culpable. Por ejemplo, cuando se apagan las luces antes del concierto y se oyen los gritos del público, a mi no me afectan tal como afectaban a Freddy Mercury, a quien parecía encantarle que el público le amase y adorase. Lo cual admiro y envidio muchísimo. De echo no puedo engañar, a ninguno de ustedes. Simplemente no sería justo ni para ustedes ni para mí. Simular que me lo estoy pasando al 100% bien sería el peor crimen que me pudiese imaginar. A veces tengo la sensación de que tendría que fichar antes de subir al escenario.

Lo he intentado todo para que eso no ocurriese. (Y sigo intentándolo, créeme Señor, pero no es suficiente). Soy consciente de que yo, nosotros, hemos gustado a mucha gente. Debo ser uno de aquellos narcistas que sólo aprecian las cosas cuando ya han ocurrido. Soy demasiado sencillo. Necesito estar un poco anestesiado para recuperar el entusiasmo que tenía cuando era un niño.

En estas tres últimas giras he apreciado mucho más a toda la gente que he conocido personalmente que son fans nuestros, pero a pesar de ello no puedo superar la frustración, la culpa y la hipersensibilidad hacia la gente. Sólo hay bien en mí, y pienso que simplemente amo demasiado a la gente.

Tanto, que eso me hace sentir jodidamente triste. El típico Piscis triste, sensible, insatisfecho, ¡Dios mío! ¿Por qué no puedo disfrutar? ¡No lo sé! Tengo una mujer divina, llena de ambición y comprensión, y una hija que me recuerda mucho a como había sido yo.

Llena de amor y alegría, confía en todo el mundo porque para ella todo el mundo es bueno y cree que no le harán daño. Eso me asusta tanto que casi me inmoviliza. No puedo soportar la idea de que Frances se convierta en una rockera siniestra, miserable y autodestructiva como en lo que me he convertido yo. Lo tengo todo, todo. Y lo aprecio, pero desde los siete años odio a la gente en general...

Sólo porque a la gente le resulta fácil relacionarse y ser comprensiva. ¡Comprensiva! Sólo porque amo y me compadezco demasiado de la gente. Gracias a todos desde lo más profundo de mi estómago nauseabundo por nuestras cartas y nuestro interés durante los últimos años.

Soy una criatura voluble y lunática. Se me ha acabado la pasión. Y recuerda Courtney que es mejor quemarse que apagarse lentamente. Paz, amor y comprensión. KURT COBAIN Frances y Courtney, estaré en nuestro altar. Por favor, Courtney, sigue adelante por Frances, por su vida que será mucho más feliz sin mí.
!! TE QUIERO ¡¡ !! TE QUIERO ¡¡

Don't worry, be happy

¿Sabes cuando quieres algo pero no lo logras nunca? Y cuando parece que las cosas van más o menos bien, se jode todo. Y vuelta a empezar. Y entonces el cosquilleo, y la mala hostia viene detrás.
Pero Bob tiene razón, no te preocupes y se feliz.

Can't be like this anymore

THE RAIN FALLS BECAUSE THE CLOUDS ARE NO LONGER ABLE TO BEAR THEIR HEAVINESS. JUST LIKE TEARS FALL BECAUSE THE HEART CAN NO LONGER HANDLE THE PAIN.

Nothing's ever perfect, you know?

I wanna say those words but it's not that easy. I smile but it doesn't make things right, and it's hard when it's hurting all the time, but I can't leave this thing behind. You've

 gotta trust me and hold on. We've gotta slow down baby, 'cos we are still young but we are getting older. Our hearts are still warm, but they are getting colder, and this life is getting the best of me and I'm down on my knees. Oh please, baby hold on. Keep your head, up high, reach for me, I can't pretend when it's a lie. Talk to me, when your low. Confide in me, I promise I won't tell a soul.

Is this the real life?

Hace tiempo que siento un gran vacío dentro de mí, como si no tuviera amigos ni nada me peteneciera, como si fuera de otra dimensión y nada me encajase. Es todo muy turbio y nada parece tener sentido en este estúpido mundo consumista.
Me perdí, me perdí para reencontrarme conmigo misma, pero sigo perdida y parece que nadie me busca, que nadie me necesita. Harta de gritar y que nadie me escuche...

Quiero quererte y que me quieras;
necesitarte, y que me necesites.
Quiero ser tuya, y que tú seas mío.
Quiero que sepas,
que siempre estaré aquí esperándote.

And I don't think, you see the places inside me that I find you

I want to break free

I want to break free. This shit is gonna kill me... Well, I'm killing myself with everytime I lie to myself saying 'I'm in control, I know how to do it and that's how I'm gonna do things from now on'. The same words ever. M is always right, she knows me. She knows the secrets I've never told to anyone before and most importantly she has never judged me for being like that. I want to stop but I don't know how. 'Take a stand. Do it, just do it. It's gonna be for you, not for me'. I need to do it for me, I'm going to do it.

Questions

What happened? When? Why me? Why won't somebody come and help me? What's happening now? Why do I have lots of questions and no answers?  Why did I choose to be this way?  Why am I broken? Why do things have to be that complicated? Why?

Questions and no answers; gotta blame myself and hide away; Broken, lost and confused.

I'm not gonna care 'bout anything more. Screw you, you, and you too. 

 if you know something more about Neverland, Disney and Princess call me from London cause I'm gonna pick up the phone and start dreaming once more.