Sweat Pea.

And finally, this question. The mystery of whose story it will be, of who draws the curtain. Who is it that chooses our steps in the dance? Who drives us mad? Lashes us with whips and crowns us with victory when we survive the impossible? Who is it that does all these things? Who honours those we love with the very life we live? Who sends monsters to kill us and at the same time sings that we’ll never die? Who teaches us what’s real and how to laugh at lies? Who decides why we live and what we’ll die to defend? Who chains us and who holds the key that can set us free?

It’s you. You have all the weapons you need. Now, fight.

THG

I'll tell you a secret.Something they don't teach you in your temple. The Gods envy us.They envy us because we're mortals,because any moment might be our last.
Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed.You will never be lovelier than you are now.
We will never be here again.

Connecticut

En plena noche,el sol brillaba en el cielo.Dos chicos muertos se batían en duelo.Espalda contra espalda se volvieron y abrieron fuego.Un poli sordo que oyó el ruido,llegó y a ambos muertos mató.

Painful truth.