Monday, November 21, 2011

Marvel Comics: Quentin Quire.


Quentin Quire, unlovable



Ilustración de los Nuevos Hombres X.

Quentin Quire está enamorado de Sophie, una de los Cucos de Stepford. En cambio, ella lo detesta.

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Illustration des Nouveaux X-Men.

Quentin Quire est amoureaux de Sophie, une des Stepford Cuckoos. En revanche, elle le hait.

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Illustration from the New X-Men.

Quentin Quire is in love with Sophie, one of the Stepford Cuckoos. However, she hates him.

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Darren Hayes - Unlovable.

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Unlovable.

Are my lips unkissable?
Are my eyes unlookable?
Is my skin untouchable?
Am I unlovable?

Cynical, jaded, faithless, dissapointed, disillusioned, used,
if I could take back all my sweat, my tears, my sex, my joy, I would;
my time, my love, my effort, passion, dedication,
in a case of mistaken identity I gave these things to you.

I sound angry, bitter, sad, infatuated, it's the truth;
denial, anger, bargaining, depression,
just a few stages of acceptance that it's really over,
it's just so complicated, I'm stupid for believing in you.

You made me feel like my father never loved me.
You made me feel like the act of love is empty.
Am I so unlovable? Is my skin untouchable?
Do I remind you of a part of you that you don't like?

I had your back, I held you up, I told you you were good enough,
it was never reciprocated, you kept affection and yourself apart,
you fed your love to me like crumbs to pigeons in the park,
sometimes I think it satisfied to see me begging like a dog.

I was enamored, you were queen, I gave my everything
because sometimes you showed me just a hint of you within;
for just a moment I romanticized the notion
I could take away the torment, I could love you like they never did.

You made me feel like my father never loved me.
You made me feel like the act of love is empty.
Am I so unlovable? Is my skin untouchable?
Do I remind you of a part of you that you don't like?

You make me feel like my mother, she abandoned me.
You make me feel like the act of love is empty.
Am I so unlovable? Is my heart unbreakable?
Do I remind you of a part of you that you despise?

Are my lips unkissable?
Are my eyes unlookable?
Is my sex undoable?
Am I unlovable?
Are my words unlistenable?
Are my hands untouchable?
Am I undesirable?
Am I unlovable?

You make me feel like my father never loved me.
You make me feel like my mother, she abandoned me.



César.