I hope you’re doing fine out there without me
'Cause I'm not doing so good without you
The things I thought you'd never know about me
Were the things I guess you always understood
3 doors down - Here By Me
Copyright: Stock Exchange
Are you angry? Punch a pillow. Was it satisfying? Not hardly. These days people are too angry for punching. What you might try is stabbing. Take an old pillow and lay it on the front lawn. Stab it with a big pointy knife. Again and again and again. Stab hard enough for the point of the knife to go into the ground. Stab until the pillow is gone and you are just stabbing the earth again and again, as if you want to kill it for continuing to spin, as if you are getting revenge for having to live on this planet day after day, alone.
No one belongs here more than you by Miranda July
Once upon a time
We had a lot to fight for
We had a dream, we had a plan
Sparks in the air
We spread a lot of envy
Didn’t have to care
The Rasmus - Sail Away
Copyright: Frank Johannes
When I was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder.
Everything moved me. A dog following a stranger. That made me feel so much. A calendar that showed the wrong month. I could have cried over it. I did. Where the smoke from a chimney ended. How an overturned bottle rested at the edge of a table.
I spent my life learning to feel less.
Every day I felt less.
Is that growing old? Or is it something worse?
You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.
Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer
She stepped off the bus out into the city streets
Just a small town girl with her whole life
Packed in a suitcase by her feet
Poison - Fallen Angel
Laura looked up at him with dead blue eyes. "I want to be alive again," she said. "Not in this half-life. I want to be really alive. I want to feel my heart pumping in my chest again. I want to feel blood moving through me- hot, and salty, and real. It's weird, you don't think you can feel it, the blood, but believe me, if it stops flowing, you'll know." She rubbed her eyes, smudging her face with red from the mess on her hands. "Look, it's hard. You know why dead people only go out at night, puppy? Because it's easier to pass for real, in the dark. And I don't want to have to pass. I want to be alive."
Neil Gaiman - American Gods
n., pl. lives
The property or quality that distinguishes living organisms from dead organisms and inanimate matter, manifested in functions such as metabolism, growth, reproduction, and response to stimuli or adaptation to the environment originating from within the organism.
Life might play tricks, but it demanded that you endured them; that was a basic duty you faced every morning when you awoke. If your dreams turned to dross, if your family banished you, if you lost the person you loved, and all hope of finding your heart's true resting place... you went on.
But God, it hurt.
"Homeland", John Jakes
Somebody need me too much, somebody know me too well
Somebody pull me up short and put me through hell
John Barrowman - Being Alive
Copyright: Dylan Ricci
"I have been a hundred times upon the point of killing myself, but still I was fond of life. This ridiculous weakness is, perhaps, one of the dangerous principles implanted in our nature. For what can be more absurd than to persist in carrying a burden of which we wish to be eased? to detest, and yet to strive to preserve our existence? In a word, to caress the serpent that devours us, and hug him close to our bosoms till he has gnawed into our hearts?"
Voltaire - Candide
If you're right or wrong, you do what you please
Having so much fun you lost your reason
After all is said and done
Well, are you still having fun?
Eagle Eye Cherry - Are You Still Having Fun?
Copyright: Dylan Ricci
"Life has always poppies in her hands. Of course, now and then things linger. I once wore nothing but violets all through one season, as a form of artistic mourning for a romance that would not die. Ultimately, however, it did die. I forget what killed it. [...]"
Oscar Wilde - The Picture Of Dorian Grey
I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours
but I think that God's got a sick sense of humour
and when I die, I expect to find him laughing
Depeche Mode - Blasphemous Rumours
Copyright: Kai Z. Feng
put my picture
on a postcard.
My smile says
“Pick me! Pick me!”
But mostly, people say
I’m too old to adopt,
like I’m a run-down clock
and the big hand says
Julie is half-past loving.
Waiting by Nikki Grimes
You and I, we've gone so far together
Feels like we're one step away from being through
Steve Carlson - I Don't Want To Know
Copyright: Albert Watson
The better days of life were ours;
The worst can be but mine:
The sun that cheers, the storm that lowers,
Shall never more be thine.
Yet how much less it were to gain,
Though thou hast left me free,
The loveliest things that still remain,
Than thus remember thee!
The all of thine that cannot die
Through dark and dread Eternity
Returns again to me,
And more thy buried love endears
Than aught except its living years.
And Thou Art Dead, As Young And Fair - Lord Byron
Fragile like a rose on the snow
Eating all your strength and your money
Walking in the shade day and night
Never letting sunshine in your eyes like before
Cannot shake the monkey off your back
Did I see a spark on your eye
Was it just the last light of hope that died
Sonata Arctica - Sing In Silence
Copyright: Tom Munro
[...] She might be ambitious, calculating, relentless, and merciless - but Lady Aquitaine meant what she said. She fully intended to do everything in her power to help Bernhard, to protect Tavi.
Isana shuddered and could not stop a low sob of relief from surging through her. The past days had been a nightmare of blood and fear and helpless frustration, a struggle to reach the man with the power to protect her family. She had reached Lady Aquitaine instead.
But, Isana realised, if Invidia could do as she claimed, if she could make certain that Bernard and Tavi were safe, then Isana would have no choice but to return that loyalty in good faith. She would become a part of something meant to tear down the First Lord, and willingly, if that was the price for protecting her own. She had committed herself.
Jim Butcher - Academ's Fury
I'll dance up a storm, sure life's looking fine
But as darkness falls, I return to my bed
Don't ask me more questions, don't fuck with my head
I've been down in this world, down and almost broken
Flogging Molly - Black Friday Rule
[...] He stares at me. "I really don't understand you, you know."
I sigh. "Great. Thank you for that. Excuse me."
"Go play mind games with someone else, then," he calls after me.
While I make a point of never looking back with regret on anything I've ever done, I can't help but wonder if I was in my right mind on Monday afternoon.
Claire Hennessy - Good Girls Don't
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We're damaged people // drawn together
By subtleties that we are not aware of
Disturbed souls // playing out forever
These games that we once thought we would be scared of
When you're in my arms // the world makes sense
There is no pretence // and you're crying
When you're by my side // there is no defence
I forget to sense I'm dying
Depeche Mode - Damaged People
[...] And he would wake sometimes in grief, sometimes with the old sense of joy and release; the pillow sometimes wet, sometimes the sheets.
There was some open space between what he knew and what he tried to believe, but nothing could be done about it, and if you can't fix it you've got to stand it.
Annie Proulx - Brokeback Mountain
Say it over and over and over again // until it all sinks in
and when we end this call the teardrops fall // and cling onto your chin
I know you should leave me // and I know you probably would
but sometimes I love you sounds so good
Steve Carlson - Sounds So Good
Copyright: Frank Johannes
[...] I was right. He knows everything. Like metaphors and nuclear reactors and Luke Skywalker's middle name and the ingedients of Cheerios. All in the same sentence!
So here's the deal: there's this town called Brigadoon in either Scotland or Ireland or one of those other bog places in England, where men wear skirts but don't have any balls and girls have balls but not any tits. Somehow they figured ot a way to come to life only one day out of every hundred years, and the guys who write it weren't even on mescaline. That's the good news.
Steve Kluger - Almost Like Being In Love
If I see you tomorrow on some street in town
Pardon me if I don't say hello
I belong to another, it wouldn't look so good
To know someone I'm not suppose to know
Just walk on by, wait on the corner
I love you but we're strangers when we meet.
In a dimly lit corner, at a place outside of town.
Tonight we'll try to say goodbye again.
But I know it's not over, I'll call tomorrow night
I can't let you go so why pretend.
Jim Reeves - Just Walk On By
Copyright: Kai Z. Feng
jeal·ous·y /ˈdʒɛləsi/ [jel-uh-see]
–noun, plural -ous·ies.
1. jealous resentment against a rival, a person enjoying success or advantage, etc., or against another's success or advantage itself.
2. mental uneasiness from suspicion or fear of rivalry, unfaithfulness, etc., as in love or aims.
3. vigilance in maintaining or guarding something.
4. a jealous feeling, disposition, state, or mood.
Your hands on me // I'm pressing hard against your jeans
Your tongue in my mouth // Trying to keep the words from coming out
You didn't care to know // Who else may have been you before
Bright Eyes - Lover I Don't Have To Love
Copyright: Kai Z. Feng
[...] I began that very night to read every discarded news magazine I could find in hopes of learning more about him. Within a week I'd accumulated such a stack of them in my room that Auntie gave me a look as if I'd lost my mind. I did find mention of him in a number of articles, but only in passing, and none told me the sorts of things I really wanted to know. Still, I went on picking up every magazine I found poking out of a trash basket, until one day I came upon a stack of old papers tied in a bundle behind one of the teahouses.
Arthur Golden - Memoirs of a Geisha