Cosmic Audrey

Posts Tagged ‘i was shot but i got better’

În cinematograf e mereu iunie, Coldplay şi întuneric

In boris vian on May 5, 2010 at 10:31 am

Chiar dacă ţipi pe dinăuntru, încleştându-ţi maxilarul, înăbuşind sângele care pompează cu palpitaţii de spaimă şi moarte prin artere. Blues pentru o pisică neagră. O sută de ani mai târziu, cu mâinile legate strâns deasupra capului, cu ochii împăienjeniţi de miracole pe care nu ţi le-ai dorit, cu genunchii roşi până la os de pardoseala pe care ţi-ai vărsat, seară de seară, rugile. Îţi numeri păcatele deasupra unui pahar cu miros de vară şi prin faţa ochilor nu mai trece nimic. Ca atunci când numeri somnul deşi ai vrea atât de mult să numeri visele.

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In Love.and.the.city on March 11, 2010 at 10:44 am

Future memories of the afterlife

In deviatii de stereo, Love.and.the.city on March 10, 2010 at 4:05 pm

Placebo summer never dies

In deviatii de stereo on June 16, 2009 at 8:41 pm

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

In Love.and.the.city on June 13, 2009 at 6:58 pm

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.