bits of text i like.
here's some bits of text from my travels that i've collected for you.
I vowed to never curse in front of my parents
But what about the curse that we're all sharing?
I used to be young and full of words
But now the roles are reversed, you see how much it hurts
(The apple doesn't fall too far from the tree)
But if it does, it's okay, we can go and fix the screen
(But if not, but if not)
Put a case on it and hope that it still ring, ring, rings
Ring, ring, ring
I used to be so close to my parents
They said when I turn 13, I'll just stop carin'
They say, "Pickin' up the phone shouldn't feel like work
Or a game of, "Who gon' call who first?""
But if it does, it's okay, can we go and fix the screen?
(But if not, but if not)
Can we put a case on it and hope that it still rings? Ring, rings
Ring, ring, ring (ring)
I f- hate you, I f- hate you (you better not run away)
I f- hate you, I f- hate you (you better not run away)
I can't hate you, I can't blame you (you better not run away)
I can't hate you, I am you (you can't run away)
— daddy mama drama, teezo touchdown
You ache with restlessness, so you feel you have to walk, to pace. And then as soon as you start pacing, the opposite occurs to you; you must sit and rest. Back and forth, up and down you go … you cannot get relief …
— jack henry abbott, 1981, on akathisia
We're one mistake from being together
But let's not ask why it's not right
You won't be seventeen forever
And we can get away with this tonight
You are young and I am scared
You're wise beyond your years, but I don't care
And I can feel your heartbeat
You know exactly where to take me
We're one mistake from being together
But let's not ask why it's not right
You won't be seventeen forever
And we can get away with this tonight
— seventeen forever, metro station
And I can't see your face
Cigarette the wrong way
Inhale to the top of my lungs
I've been dyin' for this
And when you say, "I'm not okay"
I left my phone in the cab
Now you can't get me
— blackout, breathe carolina
I guess you could say like… the balances of the mind, the chemistry, the psyche of a killer—a wolf in sheep's clothing, and he has learned to perfect it. Uh... this is a guy you think it'd be okay to go to his house, have a drink, and smoke a joint, but it would be your last drink because you'd find yourself handcuffed, and the next thing you know, this guy would be eating you.
— richard ramirez, the night stalker, on jeffery dahmer
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