Placebo summer never dies

Dupa cum bine stii, toate au un final..

Da domnule dar nu credeam c-o sa mai vina odata!

Vine, cateodata mai tarziu dar vine. Inseamna ca ai renuntat sa mai astepti, sa speri. Atunci vine.. Cand abandonezi cautarea.

My mistakes were made for you

Those days I would insanily put this song on repeat for hours in a row while the lights in my backyard would go out one by one. I would get drunk on cheap champagne while crying in dementia. I would make late phone calls to people I haven’t talked in months because only they knew. I would push the scissors against my arms and cut little traces underneath my breasts. I would never wipe off the blood cause it had a kind of deliciousness in it. When I was completely done I would starve myself so I could be pretty enough not to let you down. I would wear my scars generously and proudly as an eminent symbol of my adoration.  I would only uncover them to you so I could see your face changing both pale and lustful in the same time. I would smoke like a maniac instead of eating and persist on not going to bed until four a.m. Silly joke I call it. I’m not brainwashed, I just happened to see it’s my only regret. Only only only.