du står i spegelsalen med ett brännbollsträ
Kent
we’ll all go to Alaska when we die
Amanda Palmer
där ute väntar natten
på att stan ska implodera
Kent
in the end all you can hope for
is the love you felt to equal the pain you’ve gone through
Editors
everything will be okay in the end.
if it’s not okay, it’s not the end
cause you’re boring baby when you’re straight
The Kills
even the greatest stars
dislike themselves in the looking glass
Siouxsie Sioux