Still falling
Breathless and on again
Inside today
Beside me today
Around broken in two
Till your eyes shed
Into dust
Like two strangers
Turning into dust
Till my hand shook
With the way I fear
I could possibly be fading
Or have something more to gain
I could feel myself growing colder
I could feel myself under your fate
Under your fate
It was you
Breathless and tall
I could feel my eyes turning into dust
And two strangers
Turning into dust
Turning into dust
- Mazzy Star "Into Dust"
posted by Div at 08:24
My philosophies in life
1.Everything happens for a reason
2.What goes around comes around
3.Shit happens
posted by Div at 05:25
eh rafiel ask faidi to get to me as soon as you see this.
posted by Div at 21:52
Sometimes the people with the most faces on,
are the easiest to read. They are as predictable
in the likeness as which they assume they are not.
They are the ones that become angry and depressed everytime
that bit of truth leaks out. They tell of everything
they feel and think only beacause it keeps them secure to know that
others look up to the facade they so carefully have to
groom and keep well polished.
Occasionally amongst all that polishing,
their masks get shiny enough for them
to see their own reflection.
And then they suddenly reel back
to their shells of anger,depession and melancholy.
Sometimes a cold fortress of numbness
-which they attribute to moodiness.
But it isn't moodiness is it?
Its the real face of themselves they see.
Its the one face they neglected amongst all others.
The one face that plagues them with guilt every single day though they might not feel it.
The one face coverd by so so many walls of pride .
The one face they try harder to hide from themselves and everyone else,than they try to keep all their other faces intact.
They are the ones whose hearts' race just a little
bit quicker when they read this. Knowing deep inside
sometimes faces are all they have to them
Why?
Why wont they just let go of their pride and try fixing the most important face of all?
And you ask.
What right? What right do I have to say things like that?
I'll say because i was one of them before.
I have as much a right as you have to put on all your faces.
I have no right at all.
posted by Div at 19:03
How long how long will I slide
Separate my side, I don't,
I don't believe it's bad
Slit my throat, it's all I ever
I heard your voice through a photograph
I thought it up it brought up the past
Once you know you can never go back
I've got to take it on the otherside
Centuries are what it meant to me
A cemetery where I marry the sea
Stranger things could never change my mind
I've got to take it on the otherside
Take it on the otherside
Take it on, take it on
How long how long will I slide
Separate my side, I don't,
I don't believe it's bad
Slit my throat, it's all I ever
Pour my life into a paper cup
The ashtray's full and I'm spilling my guts
She wants to know am I still a slut
I've got to take it on the otherside
Scarlet starlet and she's in my bed
A candidate for my soul mate bled
Push the trigger and pull the thread
I've got to take it on the otherside
Take it on the otherside.
Take it on, take it on
How long how long will I slide
Separate my side, I don't,
I don't believe it's bad
Slit my throat, it's all I ever,
How long, I don't believe it's bad
Slit my throat it's all I ever
posted by Div at 17:58
