The Strokes - Under Cover of Darkness

Soy un perdedor… I’m a loser, baby, so why don’t you kill me?
- Loser, Beck.

Reading Festival - 23/08/2014

But I don’t want comfort. I want poetry. I want danger. I want freedom. I want goodness. I want sin.
- Aldous Huxley (via floranymph)

(via littrature)

Do you know how I got these scars?
My father was a drinker… And a fiend. And one night, he goes off crazier than usual.
Mommy gets the kitchen knife to defend herself. He doesn’t like that… Not-one-bit.
So, me watching, he takes the knife to her, laughing while he does it.
He turns to me, and he says: “Why… so… serious?!”. 
He comes at me with the knife: “Why so serious?!”. He sticks the blade in my mouth: ”Let’s put a smile on that face!”, and…
Why so serious?

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