Saturday, February 5, 2011
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Death of love and the reasons why it dies:
“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish it's source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.” - Anais Nin
“Anxiety is love's greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.” - Anais Nin
People
"People tell us who they are, but we ignore it because we want them to be who we want them to be." - Don Draper from Mad Men Episode: The Summer Man
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Powerlessness
I keep having dreams that I'm being shot and killed. I hate how terrifyingly real dreams can feel.
"Shooting someone or being shot yourself is a fearful and violent dream experience. It may reflect aggression, powerlessness, release of strong and dangerous emotions, and/or symbolize a conclusive event in a particular situation or relationship."
I know dreams can be total bullshit. I have had dreams about some pretty weird things, but the feeling of being completely powerless keeps returning and fucking with my head. I have to deal with this feeling all day, why does it have to haunt me at night too?
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Said the Whale - "A Cold Night Close to the End"
"And if we are to die tonight, then I pray with my heart that you'll love me forever. And at least we will be there together."
Monday, January 31, 2011
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Lovely love.
I will always picture you in my mind as a happy boy in love, who is now loving despite having loved and lost.
Alfred Lord Tennyson's poem In Memoriam:27, 1850:
Alfred Lord Tennyson's poem In Memoriam:27, 1850:
I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
I'm scared to reach out (bringing back insanity)
for the fear of pulling something unwanted back is too strong.
I have my eyes held tightly shut.
I can't tell where I am,
and I can only guess as to where you are.
It's the guessing that getting to me.
I'd like to know where my other half is and if he's alright.
But I know that I indefinitely gave up
all privileges to that knowledge.
I hold my eye so tight because the rest of me is unraveling.
---- Ah, Fuck it. ----
I should just embrace it.
Grasp all the swirling pieces of myself, all this shit:
then
Jump off a cliff and hope to God I fly.
And I'll say farewell to the love drug
my pants are staying on honey bunch
- so go back to fucking your friends
and go to bed alone
and while you're at it
- go smack your head full of reality.
(This can be obtained through excessive contact with a brick wall)
You're living in your dreams babe.
Time to wake up,
your sweet mommy's not holding your hand anymore.
The moral of this story is:
I'm above giving into my bodily urges
After all, "I'm a fucking bird" I tell you.
So: goodbye, farewell, I bid you adeu!
And I'll float off like Jeffrey in his hot air balloon.
Only love can break your heart by Neil Young
When you were young
and on your own
How did it feel
to be alone?
I was always thinking
of games that I was playing.
Trying to make
the best of my time.
But only love
can break your heart
Try to be sure
right from the start
Yes only love
can break your heart
What if your world
should fall apart?
I have a friend
I've never seen
He hides his head
inside a dream
Someone should call him
and see if he can come out.
Try to lose
the down that he's found.
But only love
can break your heart
Try to be sure
right from the start
Yes only love
can break your heart
What if your world
should fall apart?
I have a friend
I've never seen
He hides his head
inside a dream
Yes, only love
can break your heart
Yes, only love
can break your heart
YEAHHHH
On a stop light green means go and yellow means slow down, but on a banana it's just the opposite. Green means 'hold on,' yellow means 'go ahead,' and red means, 'where the fuck did you get that banana at?'
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