I love when a person can give me a really good smile and/or laugh. It doesn’t take a lot for me to like you. If you can legitimately make me feel happy, even in the slightest way, I’ll fall for you right on the spot. Humor is definitely a plus for me, because then I know that on my worst days; someone like you could always cheer me up again.
tan cierto :)
She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood.
She only looked away for a moment, and the mask slipped, and you fell. All your tomorrows start here.
| — | Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things (via mylibraryvoice) |
Kenichi Matsuyama
“He is known for his affinity for strange character roles” XD
—— Matsuken’s really a talented actor! :D
Starving Your Friends - Envy On The Coast
Thanks a lot.
I’ve been disadvantaged from the start.
He constricted the veins heading straight to my head,
Rerouted the blood to my heart instead.
Rerouted the blood to my heart instead.
I am braindead,
Think in strictly in blues and reds.
Oh I’m in enough trouble man…
Oh man, I’m in trouble again.
Cause everyone’s ears are watching me,
But I never, ever felt that this would be
Anything more than a makeshift personal IV.
I fall three times as hard.
If it’s for nothing at all
You all seem twice as tall as I will ever be.
And I feel terribly small.
When my head works too hard.
When you think with your chest,
There’s not a thing that you don’t see.
I’m hardly capable of half the damage that I would like to do.
I could swear that I don’t care,
But you know I’m too full of shit to think this through.
So Look at me,
I pray to God
But curse too much to be considered true.
I’m just like me.
So who the hell are you?
I’m but a boy,
Just like the rest of these thieves.
And I borrow phrases, from dusty, faded, record sleeves.
The story is the same.
I’ve just personalized the name.
But if it’s all you need,
Then I’d be more than happy to confess my shame.
I know you think you know,
But these eyelids are windows that shut you out
from all the things that I don’t want you to know.
And I refuse to tell you one single secret I own.
‘Cause you’ll find I’m petrified of your eyes.
I’m hardly capable of half the damage that I would like to do.
I could swear that I don’t care,
But you know I’m too full of shit to think this through.
I’ve read the book,
I prayed to God,
But cursed too much to be considered true.
I’m just like me.
So who the hell are you?
