“In moments of temptation or indecision - for example, when the man who has resolved not to gamble anymore is confronted with the gaming tables once again - one realises, painfully, that no motive and no past resolution, however strong, determines what one will do next.”—Sartre, 1943 (via aureliajellyfish)
You tainted me, made me pitiful. You made me a monster in the corner. You silenced me. You ridiculed my false hope. You took the only thing I had and put it around your neck. I held out my hand and you let go. You deleted me from your eyes. Finally, you overtook me. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. After 8 days, walks up the path by the zelkova tree. Under the clock tower you will see someone dead. The night that Jesus was born, I curse you.
Let’s get lost, lost in each other’s arms Let’s get lost, let them send out alarms And though they’ll think us rather rude Let’s tell the world we’re in that crazy mood Let’s defrost in a romantic mist Let’s get crossed off everybody’s list To celebrate this night we found each other, let’s get lost