wasted potential

ако га уберем оставља ме самог
          ако га напустим за леђима ми цвета

so please, hurry, leave me
          i can't breathe
          please don't say you love me
          胸がはち切れそうで

гледа ми се неки филм од ког ће ми поћи сузе од прелепе кинематографије али мрзи ме

somewhere in these eyes i'm on your side

this is the house that built me and i'm gonna burn it down. this is the river i crawled from and i refuse to drown here. and bless the strippers but fuck the men. and bless the berries but fuck the farm. and bless the daughter but fuck the family. what is a home if not the first place you learn to run from? you've got to bite the hand that starves you and in doing so praise the place that birthed you. birthed you fucked up. birthed you ugly, and interesting, and ready to scream. 
          
          
          - courtney love prays to oregon, clementine von radics

I have been one acquainted with the night.
          I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.
          I have outwalked the furthest city light.
          
          I have looked down the saddest city lane.
          I have passed by the watchman on his beat
          And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
          
          I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
          When far away an interrupted cry
          Came over houses from another street,
          
          But not to call me back or say good-bye;
          And further still at an unearthly height,
          One luminary clock against the sky
          
          Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. 
          I have been one acquainted with the night.