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eglantine days
“I think we are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind’s door at 4 a.m. of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends.”
Sometimes I feel like this.
Holly: Do you think she’s talented? Deeply and importantly talented?
Paul: No. Amusingly and superficially talented, yes. But deeply and importantly, no.
- Breakfast at Tiffany’s
I actually don’t like the way this song was sung, but the lyrics are good.
every line is about who i don’t wanna write about anymore.
i am heaven sent, don’t you dare forget.
i am all you’ve ever wanted,
what all the other boys all promised.
sorry i told. i just needed you to know.
i think in decimals and dollars.
i am the cause to all your problems,
shelter from cold. we are never alone.
coordinate brain and mouth.
then ask me what’s it like to have myself so figured out.
i wish i knew..
i hope this song starts a craze.
the kind of song that ignites the airwaves.
the kind of song that makes people glad to be where they are,
with whoever they’re there with.
this is war.
every line is about who i don’t wanna write about anymore.
hope you come down with something they can’t diagnose,
don’t have the cure for.
holding on to your grudge.
oh it’s so hard to have someone to love.
and keeping quiet is hard.
‘cause you can’t keep a secret
if it never was a secret to start.
at least pretend you didn’t wanna get caught..
we’re concentrating on falling apart.
we were contenders, we’re throwing the fight
i just wanna believe, i just wanna believe,
i just wanna believe in us.
oh, we’re so c-c-c-c-c-controversial.
we are entirely smooth.
we admit to the truth,
we are the best at what we do.
and these are the words you wish you wrote down.
this is the way you wish your voice sounds,
handsome and smart.
oh my tongue’s the only muscle on my body
that works harder than my heart.
and it’s all from watching tv,
and from speeding up my breathing.
wouldn’t stop if i could.
oh it hurts to be this good.
you’re holding on to your grudge.
oh it hurts to always have to be honest
with the one that you love.
oh, so let it go..
we’re concentrating on falling apart.
we were contenders, we’re throwing the fight
i just wanna believe, i just wanna believe,
i just wanna believe..
we’re concentrating on falling apart.
we were contenders, we’re throwing the fight
i just wanna believe, i just wanna believe,
i just wanna believe in us.
this is the grace that only we can bestow.
this is the price you pay for loss of control.
this is the break in the bend,
this is the closest of calls.
this is the reason you’re alone,
this is the rise and the fall.
we’re concentrating on falling apart.
we were contenders, we’re throwing the fight
i just wanna believe, i just wanna believe,
i just wanna believe..
we’re concentrating on falling apart.
we were contenders, we’re throwing the fight
i just wanna believe, i just wanna believe,
i just wanna believe in us.
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I am the messenger
“It’s just… I wish it was easier, for me, you know?” I make a special point not to look at her. “I wish it was someone else who was chosen for this. Someone competent. If only I didn’t stop that robbery. I wish I didn’t have to go through with it all.” It comes gushing out, with words like spilled milk. “And I wish it was me with you and not that other guy. I wish it was my own skin touching with yours…”
And there you have it.
Stupidity in its purest form.
“Oh, Ed.” Audrey looks away. “Oh, Ed.”
Our feet dangle.
I watch them, and I watch the jeans on Audrey’s legs.
We only sit there now.
Audrey and me.
And discomfort.
Squeezed in, between us.
She soon says, “You’re my best friend, Ed.”
“I know.”
You can kill a man with those words.
No gun.
No bullets.
Just words and a girl.
- <a title=”by Markus Zusak” href=”http://www.amazon.com/I-Am-Messenger-Markus-Zusak/dp/0375830995” target=”_blank”>I am the Messenger</a>
Re-reading the book and this is still one of the most beautifully painful scenes I’ve ever read.
lol yes.
(via kari-shma)Ah. Good to know I was a zombie through most of college. Maybe that’s why I hate them so much?
