March 2010
Wilson's heart.
House: Life shouldn't be random.... lonely misanthropic drug addicts should die in bus crashes and young do-gooders in love who get dragged out of their apartments in the middle of the night should walk away clean.
Amber: Self-pity isn't like you.
House: No well I'm branching out from self-loathing and self-destruction. Wilson is gonna hate me.
Amber: You kinda deserve it.
House: He's my best friend.
Amber: I know *pause* What now?
House: I could stay here with you.
Amber: Get off the bus.
House: I can't.
Amber: Why not?
House: because it doesn't hurt here.... I don't want to be in pain. I don't want to be miserable. And I don't want him to hate me.
Amber: Well, you can't always get what you want.
Floater.
To my mistress, the bridge: I don’t feel well. I’ll be leaving and you can’t stop me. We’ve been carrying on too long. I’m sorry, but I’m gone. I’ve got a bad reputation to think about. I’ve been dirty, I’ve been wrong.
- sincerelly me, finally.
the legacy - curse of the ages.
No conviction.
In a cold world, I have learned to trust no one, but myself.
Black eye blues.
Lewd acts is playing Ieperfest again, as well as Converge. Already siked as hell.
“I am a cynic and outcast. Human affront to inhuman beings.”
– Shai hulud/”Chorus Of The Dissimilar”.
Get lewd.
I put my hands to my mouth and breathe, there’s got to be some warmth inside of me. Who knew the West coast could be so cold? It’s nothing like I’ve been told, but I’m used to being lied to, aren’t you? I was just hoping there’d could be some kind of truth, to the fairy-tales of my youth.
