No, I won’t let them take you, won’t let them take you
Hell no no, oh no, I won’t let them take you, won’t let them take you
Hell no no.
No, oh no no no!
And when our city, vast and shitty, falls to the axis (yeah)
They’ll search the buildings, collect gold fillings, wallets and rings (oh yeah)
But Ms. Black Eyeliner, you’d look finer with each day in hiding (oh yeah)
Beneath the wormwood, oooh, love me so good.
They won’t hear us screw away the day. I’ll make you say:
Alive with love, alive with love tonight)
“The hurt is unfathomable. No one survives this. It would not be possible. You dive further down. The weight almost crushes you. It doesn’t matter. Somewhere people are waking up, going to work, having lunch and dinner, sleeping through the night. You think of such a life the way a child thinks about castles and dragons; you can imagine it but you know, somehow, that it isn’t real. Such a life does not exist except in imagination. Maybe it did once. But not anymore.”—When It’s Over - Regina Barreca
“Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I mean everybody. No matter how dull and boring they are on the outside, inside them they’ve all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds. Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands maybe.”—Neil Gaiman (via tehelexx)
“Please respect our need to grieve privately. My heart is broken. I am the mother of the most tender-hearted, high-spirited, beautiful little girl who is the spitting image of her father. All that I can cling to is his presence inside her that reveals itself every day. His family and I watch Matilda as she whispers to trees, hugs animals, and takes steps two at a time and we know that he is with us still. She will be brought up with the best memories of him.”—Michelle Williams’s publicist released her first public statement about his death on February 1, 2008.