Crucifying KaЯmina BuЯana

“You know what I hate more than anything in the whole world? I hate money. You know what I hate just a little bit more than money? (…) The only thing I hate more than money it’s the truth. I hate the truth. In fact, I hate the truth so much that I prefer a giant dose of blullshit any day than the truth. So… show me your teeth.” - Lady Gaga

“And then there are my friends, and they have their own lives. While they like to talk everything through, to analyze and hypothesize, what I really need, what I’m really looking for, is not something I can articulate. It’s nonverbal: I need love. I need that thing that happens when your brain shuts off and your heart turns on.” — Prozac Nation // Elizabeth Wutrtzel

“It was the year of broken glass and broken girls, of broken me.” — Prozac Nation // Elizabeth Wurtzel

"I’m always trying to get back to some imaginary somewhere. My life has been one long longing.” — Prozac Nation

“I am the girl who is lost in space, the girl who is disappearing always, forever fading away and receding farther and farther into the background. Just like the Chesire cat, someday I will suddenly leave, but the artificial warmth of my smile, that phoney, clownish curve, the kind you see on miserably sad people and villains in Disney movies, will remain behind as an ironic remnant. I am the girl you see in the photograph from some party some place or some picnic in the park, the one who looks to very vibrant and you look at the picture again, I want to assure you, I will no longer be there. I will be erased from history, like a traitor in the Soviet Union. Because with everyday that goes by, I feel myself becoming more and more invisible, getting covered over more thickly and darkness, coats and coats of darkness that are going to suffocate me in the sweltering heat of the summer that I can’t even see anymore, even though I can feel it burn.” -Prozac Nation // Elizabeth Wutrtzel

“ To redefine a genre (horror) is my ultimate goal. A genre that has been poisoned by commercialism, lack of conviction, and, most of all, apathy. I don’t feel that people honestly care about Horror anymore for the most part.I plan to change that! ” — Devlin Westbrook

“ But some people can’t tell where it hurts. They can’t calm down. They can’t ever stop howling. ” — The Blind Assassin by Margaret Atwood

Rodolfo Quintero Noguera - Mérida ( 1976 )

“We couldn’t imagine the emptiness of a creature who put a razor to her wrists and opened her veins, the emptiness and the calm.” — The Virgin Suicides // Jeffrey Eugenides

«Rock and roll doesn’t necessarily mean a band. It doesn’t mean a singer, and it doesn’t mean a lyric, really. It’s that question of trying to be immortal.» — Malcolm McLaren

“I have always preferred the reflection of life to life itself.” — François Truffaut

“Write hard and clear about what hurts.” — Ernest Hemingway

You have to realise that I am not a remarkable person at all, but incomprehensible even to myself. While in the cradle I was showered with gifts from many beautiful people who acted as fairies having been invited by my mother to bestow a multitude of different talents upon her son. But the forgotten fairy, the terrible twisted and bandy legged one that is always left out appeared as well. Leaning over my cot, she said I cannot take away the gifts you have just received from these ladies, but I can give you one of my own. Your whole life long, you will never do that which you like best. ~ Félicien Rops ~

Everytime I open a door I imagine that something horrible is on the other side: a monster, a ghost. This don't scare me, I know there will be nothing there when I open the door. But then, why I keep imagine there would be?

Esta necesidad obsesiva-compulsiva de postear es lo que me mantiene despierta en la oscuridad. Y ya me había acostumbrado a despertarme junto al resto de la humanidad. He acabado por hoy -siempre digo eso-; estoy sentada en el piso del baño y antes de acostarme iré a comerme algún (dulce) veneno.

I have never been inlove... you know when two things fit each other and make "click"? Then you know they belong together perfectly. I guess I hadn't "click" with anybody.

Is strictly forbidden to have a crush on your (ugly) english teacher just because he speaks another language.