sexta-feira, 9 de abril de 2010

We work in the dark.We do what we can to battle the evil that would otherwise destroy us. But if a man's character is his fate,  this fight is not a choice, but a calling. Yet, sometimes the weight of this burden causes us to falter, reaching the fragile fortress of our mind, allowing the monsters without to turn within. And we are left alone, staring into the abyss... into the laughing face of madness.
Fox Mulder

quinta-feira, 8 de abril de 2010

The Raven

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door —
Only this, and nothing more."

Edgar Allan Poe

quinta-feira, 30 de julho de 2009

Simplesmente brilhante!

"He was playing catch with me, showing all of us just how good he was and telling one of us- me - that he was watching. I know what you did, and I can do it, too. Better.
I suppose that should have worried me a little.
It didn't.
It made me feel almost giddy, like a high-school girl watching as the captain of the footbal team worked up his nerve to ask for a date. You mean me? Little old me? Oh my stars, really? Pardon me while I flutter my eyelashes.
I took a deap breath and tried to remind myself that I was a good girl and I didn't do those things. But I knew he did them, and I truly wanted to go out with him. Please, Harry?
Because far beyond simply doing some interesting things with a new friend, I needed to find this killer. I had to see him, talk to him, prove to myself that he was real and that -
That What?
That he wasn't me?
That I was not the one doing such terrible, interesting things?
Why would I think that? It was beyond stupid; it was completely unworthy of the attention of my once-proud brain. Except - now that the idea was actually rattling around in there, I couldn't get the thought to sit down and behave. What if it really was me? What if I had somehow done these things without knowing it? Impossible, of course, absolutely impossible, but -
I wake up at the sink, washing blood off my hands after a "dream" in wich I carefully and gleefully got blood all over my hands doing things I ordinarily only dream about doing. Somehow I know things about the whole string of murders, things I couldn't possibly know unless -
Unless nothing. Take a tranquilizer, Dexter. Start again. Breathe, you silly creature; in with the good air, out with the bad. It was nothing but one more sympton of my recent feeble-mindedness. I was merely going prematurely senile from the strain of all my clean living. Granted I had experienced one or two moments of human stupidity in the last few weekd. So what? It didn't necessarily prove that I was human. Or that I had been creatinve in my sleep.
No, of course not. Quite right; it meant nothing of the kind. So, um-what did it mean?"

"Talk to me, I whispered to the Dark Passenger. Tell me what you have done."

"A mirror, a Barbie, and drywall.
Three kills.
Bone dry.
Hello, Dexter."

"Had I done this?
It was beautiful - in a terrible sort of way, of course. But still, the arrangement was perfect, compelling, beautifully bloodless. It showed great wit and wonderful sense of composition. Somebody had gone to a lot of trouble to make this into real work of art. Somebody with style, talent, and a morbid sense of playfulness. In my whole life I had only known of one such somebody.
Could that someboy possibly be darkly dreaming Dexter?"

Darkly Dreaming Dexter, Jeff Lindsay

domingo, 10 de maio de 2009

Rock out with your KoRn out!

Depois de um fim de semana excelente com as minhas pessoas favoritas e de ter conquistado o microfone do singstar (continua a ser injusto eu saber as letras enquanto os outros só dizem blá blá e eu perder, tá muito mal :( )
Mas enfim, pra terminar o fim de semana em grande, aqui vai um video que acabei de descobrir e que está hilariante!

This time the Muppets have really gone wild! xD


sábado, 7 de março de 2009

Isto é tão bom!!!!

Hello everyone!
As coisas têm andado meio paradas por estes lados, a inspiração não aparece que é que se pode fazer. Queria fazer qualquer coisa original, mas realmente acho que se comprova a teoria que só me inspiro a cada 5 anos, por isso esperem sentados xD!
Enfim, já que a inspiração não apareceu vou-vos deixar um video que acabei de encontrar.
Como já sabem eu adoro anime e Fruits Basket é uma das minhas séries favoritas, apesar de não terem completado o anime, mas enfim, é muito bom, simplesmente hilariante, vale a pena, e neste video vão conhecer o Kyou, que é a minha personagem favorita (e mais não digo senão não me calava, vão ver, JÁ!!).
E como não podia deixar de ser temos o Stewie, aquela coisinha fofa que é a minha alma gémea, e com a participação especial da Louis, interpretada pela Tohru
Acho que já me estou a alongar no post, vamos então ficar com o video!


domingo, 11 de janeiro de 2009

E viva o Milky!!!

Só porque estava a ouvir a música e me lembrei do Milky lol!


Blur - Coffee & TV

Duas palavras:
fo fo! xD

P.S. - Quero um Death Note

terça-feira, 2 de dezembro de 2008

Fragments Of A Distorted Personality III

Simplesmente porque não me sai da cabeça!

Bayside - Duality

Some days I get crazed
I don't know why it's so irrelevant
I'll take deep breaths
And keep control, and go on

I've tried brave
And I've tried to save
I've tried to keep it bottled up
I think I've past my prime, lost my mind, and I'm torn

No telling what tomorrow holds
Who let, who let this feeling die, when all I did was try?
Who let, you let this feeling die
I can't get you out of my head, my head
You're the flame that burns me so I know that I'm still alive

Some say it's all fate
But I say we control our lives
And if my destiny should outbest me, that's fine
I make believe thrill and apathy co-exist in me fairly equally
The truth is, doubts are all I've got to call mine

There's no telling what tomorrow holds
There's no telling what voice takes control
Who let, who let this feeling die, when all I did was try?
Who let, you let this feeling die
I can't get you out of my head, my head
And you're the flame that burns me so I know that I'm still alive

Is there anybody out there (anybody out there)
Is there anybody calling (anybody calling)
What if what I say is really wrong?

I'm not in control, things are out of control
Who let, who let this feeling die, when all I did was try?
Who let, you let this feeling die
I can't get you out of my head, my head
And you're the flame that burns me so I know that I'm still alive