It's what you do that defines you

"Deep down you may still be that same great kid you used to be. But it's not who you are underneath, it's what you do that defines you."

Henri Ducard: Your compassion is a weakness your enemies will not share.
Bruce Wayne: That's why it's so important. It separates us from them.

Alfred Pennyworth: Why do we fall sir? So we might learn to pick ourselves up
Bruce Wayne: You still haven't given up on me?
Alfred Pennyworth: Never.

Rachel Dawes: What chance does Gotham have when the good people do nothing?

Vilsen på djupet

Fått en flaska I huvet, legat sövd på akuten.
Varit död i minuter, hela själen var bruten.
Blivit jagad av snuten, varit vilsen på djupet.
Jag har famlat i mörker, men i dig såg jag ljuset.
Och för dig har jag låtsas, och dolt mina tårar.
Med dig blir jag mindre, som gubben I lådan.
Jag vägrar att inse [...]

(Gubben i lådan)

Jag har gått för långt, kan inte sluta gå
Hjärtat sitter utanpå, slår inte som det brukar slå
I ett ensamt rum, en sekund blir tusen år
För ljus att nå. Så djupa sår
Sjunker lite lägre för varenda gång jag vänder om
Men jag vänder om, än en gång
Orden fastnar halvvägs, jag vet inte hur jag bär mig åt
Samma gamla visa, men vet inte vad det är för låt

(Förlåt att jag aldrig sagt förlåt)

Here goes

I am not used to feeling this possessive. Or maybe possessive is the wrong word. Rather, needing confirmation of want and mutual feeling. Pushing it away might make the bird take flight, pulling it closer is also an invitation to escape. And neither seems to work; while the first can create mutual distrust, the second might annoy to a point of idiocy. It is known to have happened before. Maybe I am simply not used to this.

Also, I am known to be quite thoughtless, and will say or do whatever takes my fancy, which can bring normally placid people to the boil. Is content to lie around and easily bored too conflicting?

Na na na na na

I'll take what I want from your heart
and keep it in a bag in a box on the floor with an X,

Make no apology
this is way to fun to me
I'm not your authority
Crash and burn,
We're young and loaded,
Drop like a bullet shell,
just like a sleeper cell,
I'd rather go to hell than be in a purgatory,
cut my hair
gag and bore me.
pull this pin,
and let this world explode

Rabbit Heart

Sitting in the bath tub, warm as hell. Had smoked one and the second was on the way. Just talking nonsense and feeling the water. Eating an apple in a warm bath is something special. Playing cards while stoned is even more so. Laughing and then in the next moment listening and then asleep. A golden moment.