Ellen: Do you know the sex of the child?
Tina: We decided we are going to wait. We’re going to find out…never.
Tina: Not even after it’s born.
Ellen: Not even after it’s born?
Tina: I’m just going to see what it chooses to wear to prom.
Ellen: Give it time to figure it out. Good for you.
All the awards.
Imaginaerum is realesed tomorow ;P
I had hoped to hear the chords played again one day.
Without them, I’m lost in this nothingness.
Wandering after far-off music, through a desert of ashes.
If the tone had a color, it would be a mixture of pink and red.
Constantly afraid of it fading away.
Terrified of the silence that may come.
My final memories are pulling me towards the end of a black alley.
There’s a door in the darkness. I struggle to find my way through the door.
I can hear it clearly now: the most beautiful melody ever created by man.
I enter the womb: and there, forever remains, that change from G to E Minor.