sigh

"I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom."

"Brod's life was a slow realization that the world was not for her, and that for whatever reason, she would never be happy and honest at the same time. She felt as if she were brimming, always producing and hoarding more love inside her. But there was no release...

So she had to satisfy herself with the idea of love--loving the loving of things whose existence she didn't care at all about. Love itself became the object of her love. She loved herself in love, she loved loving love, as love loves loving, and was able, in that way, to reconcile herself with a world that fell so short of what she would have hoped for. It was not the world that was the great and saving lie, but her willingness to make it beautiful and fair, to live a once-removed life, in a world once-removed from the one in which everyone else seemed to exit."

Beneath the cigarettes and sugar shit of alcohol breath
i can taste the ocean on your tounge
Remember when we sat on the sidewalk of your old block
Against the wall under the stars
Talking about love's meaning
Well, i wasn't dreaming

I meant every word
Just didn't know your demons
Do you know mine, babe?
Are we wasting time, babe?

Playhouses
Haunted by
Broken spirits
Just trying to get high

Well we chose the course but
The weather changed
and the river froze
And when it thawed it was running
Backwards and dry now
I suppose it's appropriate to cry now

Over wasted time
And naked lies
Still get wasted sometime

“Say, Pooh, why aren’t you busy,” I said.
“Because it’s a nice day,” said Pooh.
“Yes, but ——”
“Why ruin it?” he said.
“But you could be doing something Important,” I said.
“I am,” said Pooh.
“Oh? Doing what?”
“Listening,” he said.
“Listening to what?”
“To the birds. And that squirrel over there.”
“What are they saying?” I asked.
“That it’s a nice day,” said Pooh.
“But you know that already,” I said.
“Yes, but it’s always good to hear that somebody else thinks so, too,” he replied.

"If you expect nothing from anybody, you’re never disappointed."

^__^

I've been tried
And I've been tested
I was born tired
I never got rested
Harder than marble stone
I'm better off, better off left alone

Cause I'm not the one
No I'm not the one
You wanted it all
But I give you, give you none
Oh I'm not the one

You think that I'm normal
All these years, I'm just trying to warn you
You do good to move on
No it won't, it won't hurt me none

Cause I'm not the one
No I'm not the one
You wanted it all
But I give you, give you none
I'm not the one
I'm not the one

My gears, they grind more each day
And I feel like they're gonna grind away
The city blocks, they drive my wild
The never-ending mile after mile
I just don't know what to do
I'm too afraid to love you

Heaven on earth, it's in her embrace
A gentle touch and a smiling face
I'm just one wishing that I was a pair
With someone oh somewhere
I just don't know what to do
I'm too afraid to love you

All those sleepless nights
And all those wasted days
I wish loneliness would leave me
But I think it's here to stay
What more can I do?
Cause I'm wringing myself dry
And I can't afford to lose one more tear drop from my eye

Too afraid
I'm too afraid
Just don't know what to do
With myself
Thinking all about you
Don't know what to do
Don't know what to do
Driving me out of my mind

this album omfg <3

jaded

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