“Of all that is written, I love only what a person has written with his own blood”
vrijdag 14 december 2012
How he remembers you:
You look, but you don't see.
woensdag 12 december 2012
Soliloquy # 006
Nevertheless, I wonder
If you cut yourself
With the knife
I gave you
If you cut yourself
With the knife
I gave you
zondag 25 november 2012
dinsdag 6 november 2012
Bend or break - (or, choose)
I love the way some people ruin their lives, just by being who they are not.
I try not to live that way.
maandag 5 november 2012
I should paint, more.
I haven't been drawing, sketching or painting the past two months and I start to feel empty inside.
Today I had a conversation with a stranger (who apparently knew me) about painting with your own blood (which he thought I did).
I love the color of fresh blood. The bright red... or crimson... but I don't like the color of dried up, dead blood.
I'd rather paint with my soul.
Today I had a conversation with a stranger (who apparently knew me) about painting with your own blood (which he thought I did).
I love the color of fresh blood. The bright red... or crimson... but I don't like the color of dried up, dead blood.
I'd rather paint with my soul.
dinsdag 30 oktober 2012
Inspiration
I have listened to all kinds of music, even wrote some of my own, and I
must say that there is nothing like instrumentals. You don't have to
listen to someone whining about their problems, whining about their
failed relationships, whining about their day, telling you about their money problems , their drug addictions, etc,etc. as if we don't all have
enough problems in our own daily lives. I prefer music without lyrics
now, I can fill it in with my own thoughts instead of someone elses
intrusions.
maandag 29 oktober 2012
zondag 28 oktober 2012
My body may look weak,
But my spirit is stronger than ever
But my spirit is stronger than ever
zondag 30 september 2012
donderdag 16 augustus 2012
maandag 2 juli 2012
maandag 18 juni 2012
Fake smiles are a great way of identifying a shitty person before they even open their mouths.
zaterdag 2 juni 2012
vrijdag 4 mei 2012
Listen to them. Children of the night. What music they make.
woensdag 2 mei 2012
donderdag 12 april 2012
Dear teacup of mine.
I will hurt you with boiling water.
Poison you with sugar.
Dear teacup.
Staring out of the window.
So you like traffic, huh?
And I throw and
Dear road, so you like my little shards?
Poison you with sugar.
Dear teacup.
Staring out of the window.
So you like traffic, huh?
And I throw and
Dear road, so you like my little shards?
maandag 2 april 2012
maandag 26 maart 2012
maandag 5 maart 2012
Dear world.
I thank you for the void.
I like the smell of your emptyness.
My mind's been filling it up with voices, though.
Dear World,
I don't like the taste of your lies.
You have been concealing your true nature.
The time has come for our revenge.
Don't laugh when you don't understand it yet.
Take the time you need.
Take the time you have left.
Don't worry, they are going to make it look like an accident.
Besides, no one cares that much about you.
With love, The Blood.
Wanneer de zon verdwijnt, wil ik het licht in je leven wel zijn <3
I like the smell of your emptyness.
My mind's been filling it up with voices, though.
Dear World,
I don't like the taste of your lies.
You have been concealing your true nature.
The time has come for our revenge.
Don't laugh when you don't understand it yet.
Take the time you need.
Take the time you have left.
Don't worry, they are going to make it look like an accident.
Besides, no one cares that much about you.
With love, The Blood.
Wanneer de zon verdwijnt, wil ik het licht in je leven wel zijn <3
donderdag 1 maart 2012
The diligence of your arm to disguise its bread flavoured breath is like mistrustful proclamations.
May maggots eat your left arm and then may they eat your left arm!
-internet
woensdag 29 februari 2012
Glass/Love
He will sink in his thoughts while thinking what I'll do
When I drink the last sip of wine until then when I drop it
And my damaged hands will be bleeding when I say
That I would rip out your heart if you had one
When I drink the last sip of wine until then when I drop it
And my damaged hands will be bleeding when I say
That I would rip out your heart if you had one
dinsdag 14 februari 2012
maandag 13 februari 2012
donderdag 9 februari 2012
zondag 5 februari 2012
donderdag 2 februari 2012
dinsdag 24 januari 2012
zondag 22 januari 2012
You already hurt yourself, so why should I?
Fear casts a shadow over you
Fear is the power which rules over you
Fear holds you tight in her hands
You're a slave to your angsts
But you never try to break free
Tell me why.
Fear is the power which rules over you
Fear holds you tight in her hands
You're a slave to your angsts
But you never try to break free
Tell me why.
vrijdag 20 januari 2012
There's a spider in my throat.
Crawly crawly crawly crawl.
I think.
What does it think.
That spider.
Does it think at all?
I think.
What does it think.
That spider.
Does it think at all?
zaterdag 14 januari 2012
vrijdag 6 januari 2012
donderdag 5 januari 2012
woensdag 4 januari 2012
Something happened
Why the fuck.
And then she ran away
But don't worry.
And then something happened again
I know where you are.
And then she ran away again
Why the fuck.
And then she ran away
But don't worry.
And then something happened again
I know where you are.
And then she ran away again
zondag 1 januari 2012
Do new years matter when you can change every day?
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