iPod shuffle meme -again-

Above and Below, The Bravery
Sometimes Light Yagami wondered.

He sat in the hard plastic chair and watched the clock tick and listened to the teacher talk endlessly of things he already understood …and he wondered.

What's keeping me here?

This world is inane. Rotten. Dead. There's nothing here for me.

Is there anything else? Anywhere?

He wondered if there was something out there. Something that would lift him and pull him into his arms, something that would explain all the mysteries of life, something that would whisper in his ear and let him know that it was all worthwhile.

He didn't really like the thought any of the major religions. They were riddled with flaws and logical holes. But, God – hah – there had to be something.

Some afternoons he sat on the edge of the bathtub and gently pressed the razor to his wrist, knowing that only a slight bit more pressure would open his veins and let his blood flow free. He imagined it, pooling around his limp body, his layers of hair trailing in the sticky puddles of red, his eyelids peacefully closed, seeing no more, eyelashes resting on high cheekbones.

And then he would know. Finally.

S-jou no Himeyaka na Kaikon, ALI PROJECT
"You feel broken inside," Lyfin whispered, tracing a finger over Xaanik's cheekbone.

Xaanik remained impassive. Lyfin could see his own reflection in his large, beautiful eyes.

Stars gently glittered over them, and the rising tide swirled around their feet, soaking into their shoes and trouser legs.

"I can tell," Lyfin continued softly, his fingertips resting ever so gentle on Xaanik's cold, pale skin. "You feel unworthy. Doomed. Cursed. Alone."

"I have good reason." Xaanik's voice was deep, quiet, forceful. But he wasn't moving away.

"You know…" Lyfin looked down at the water rippling around their feet.

"…yes?"

The wizard looked back up into the dark angel's eyes, and smiled. He lightly traced the outline of Xaanik's mouth.

"Doomed, cursed, maybe. But as long as I'm breathing, you'll never be alone."

Sam's Town, The Killers
It was midnight. Sam Vimes stood on the streets of Ankh-Morpork and rang his bell and felt the rain soak into his clothes.

He closed his eyes, and listened to the dull, off-tune clanging.

Alcohol buzzed in his veins. The world was strange and blurry and dipped suddenly in odd places, and his heart was full of pain, but he was standing on stone. Ankh-Morpork stone.

It hurt like hell. But the cobbles of Ankh-Morpork were under his feet.

"Thank god," he whispered.

Water dripped off his helmet and plashed off his nose.

A sudden fit of energy coursed through him, and he rang the bell vehemently, opening his eyes.

"It's twelve of the clock and all's well," he cried brokenly, and then collapsed.

This was Sam's town, under him, pressed against his stubbly cheek, above him, around him and all through his weak, drunk, cynical soul.

Brand New Colony, The Postal Service
"This…will be our world," Newton said slowly, like the realization had just come to him.

"Hmm?" Zero looked up from his notes. So far the Reverse World was only a theory, a possibility, an elusive dream that was preluded by a helluva lot of work.

Newton bounded – yes, he bounded – over to Zero, grabbed him by the hands and pulled him upwards.

"Our world, Zero! We're going to find our world! It'll be…"

"Ours?" Zero suggested.

"Yes!" Newton's eyes were shining bright, full of stars and dreams and light, and it made Zero's chest hurt in a good way to see them.

"Yours and mine, Zero. We'll be kings. We'll be the leaders of our field. We'll have done something that no one has ever achieved before." Newton hesitated, and looked down at their hands, at where his large, strong ones gripped Zero's delicate pale fingers. "We'll…"

"…yes?" Zero asked softly, leaning forward so their foreheads touched just a little.

"We'll be together. Forever."

Lost!, Coldplay
I'm losing. I'm drifting. I have nothing. I'm just Hanna Falk Cross, skinny little boy playing at an adult's game. I have big glasses and big eyes and scraped elbows, and I know I'm never going to get anywhere.

My world is dirty, messy, loud. I float through it, high-pitched and excited, and everyone who sees me thinks the same thing.

That kid's lost.

Yeah, I'm lost.

Hell, I'm cursed.

But fuck it, I'm gonna keep drifting. I'm gonna keep being lost, and I'm going to keep picking up the guns that turn themselves around and shoot me, and I'm gonna keep trying to cross the river that I know will drown me.

The magic swirls up inside me, heating my stomach, and Ulysses grabs at my arm, and I smile.

Some day the shine will wear off for good, and I'll be gone.

But you know what? Fuck that. That day's not today.

Eternal Sunshine Theme, Jon Brion
Aerith's flowers bloomed.

She bent down and kissed a petal, curls of brown hair falling before her eyes.

She liked to pay attention to her flowers in slightly odd ways, and she didn't care what anyone might think to her. They were her friends, best friends that shined pretty colours in the dirty light.

That Green Gentleman, Panic! At The Disco
Yeah, things have changed.

A few years ago I was Light Yagami, a confused, troubled, bored young man with nothing on his mind but questions.

Now, I've got this black book.

I'm Kira, and I'm playing an intricate game, and I'm winning.

I've got power.

I've got a pretty blonde servant with red lips and nice soft skin.

I've got an L, a strange creature of black spiky hair and endless eyes and monotones and bare feet. My enemy. But most importantly, mine.

It's pretty okay.