Monday, 9 April 2012

Once in your life

"Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can
completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you've
never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and
actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams
that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many
disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful
happens, you can't wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share
in your excitement. They are not embarassed to cry with you when you
are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never
do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good
enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about
yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any
pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they
are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will
think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that
became insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk
become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish
forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and
vivid it's like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more
brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was
infrequent or didn't exist at all. A phone call or two during the day
helps to get you through a long day's work and always brings a smile
to your face. In their presence, there's no need for continuous
conversation, but you find you're quite content in just having them
nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating
because you know they are important to this person who is so special
to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything
you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle
wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing
that there's a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your
heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible.
You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to
feel true pleasure that's so real it scares you. You find strength in
knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will
remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and
worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a
part of your life"
- Bob Marley


miki

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1) When I was little, my dad used to tell me, "Will, you can pick your
friends, and you can pick your nose, but you can't pick your friend's
nose." This seemed like a reasonably astute observation to me when I
was eight, but it turns out to be incorrect on a few levels. To begin
with, you can't possible pick your friends, or else I never would have
ended up with Tiny Cooper.
2) I'm not cynical... I'm practical.
3) I don't really understand the (I)point(i) if crying. Also, I feel
that crying is almost \ like aside from deaths of relatives or
whatever \ totally avoidable if you follow two very simple rules: 1.
Don't care too much. 2. Shut up. Everything unfortunate that has ever
happened to me has stemmed from failure to follow one of the rules.
4) History doesn't have curfew.
5) there's nothing wrong with me that I can fix.
6) That's the thing about Tiny: his problems are so huge that yours
can hide behind them.
7) "If you can't trust your gut then what can you trust?" And I say,
"You can trust that caring, as a rule, ends poorly," which is true.
Caring doesn't sometimes lead to misery. It always does.
8) Jesus. Stay calm, Tiny. You just need to go to sleep, baby.
Tomorrow makes everything a little better.
9) i am constantly torn between killing myself and killing everyone
around me.
those seem to be the two choices. everything else is just killing
time.
10) i feel bad for her \ i do. a damn shame, really, that i had to
have a mother. it can't be easy having me for a song. nothing can
prepare someone for that kind of disappointment.
11) i do not say 'good-bye.' i believe that's one of the bullshittiest
words ever invented. it's not like you're given the choice to say 'bad-
bye' or 'awful-bye' or 'couldn't-care-less-about-you-bye.' everytime
you leave, it's supposed to be a good one. well, i don't believe in
that. i believe (i) against(i) that.
12) she tries, and that's what makes it so pathetic. i just want to
say, 'i feel sorry for you, really i do.' but that might start a
conversation, a conversation might start a fight, and then i'd feel so
guilty i might have to move away to portland or something.
i need coffee.
13) at some point last year, her gloom met my doom and she thought it
was a good match.
14) i have no idea why anyone would want to become a teacher. i mean,
you have to spend the day with a group of kids who either hate your
guts or are kissing up to you to get a good grade. that has to get to
you after a while, being surrounded by people who will never like you
for any real reason. i'd feel bad for them if they weren't such
sadists and losers. with the sadists, it's all about the power and the
control. they teach so they can have an official reason to dominate
other people. and yhr losers make up pretty much all the other
teachers, from the ones who are too incompetent to do abything else to
the ones who want to be their students' best friends becayse they
never had friends when they were in high school.
15) when i look at the guys and girls at the other tables, i wonder
what they could possibly have to say to each other. they're all do
boring and they're all trying to make up for it by talking louder. i'd
rather just sit here and eat.
16) if therefs anything stupider than buddy lists, itfs lol. if
anyone ever uses lol with me, i rip my computer right out of the wall
and smash it over the nearest head. i mean, itfs not like anyone is
laughing out loud about the things they lol. i think it should be
spelled loll, like what a lobotomized personfs tongue does. loll.
loll. i canft think any more. loll. loll!

or ttyl. bitch, youfre not actually talking. that would require actual
vocal contact. or <3. you think that looks like a heart? if you do,
thatfs only because youfve never seen scrotum.

(rofl! what? are you really rolling on the floor laughing? well,
please stay down there a sec while I KICK YOUR ASS.)
17) i check my email and it's mostly spam. what i want to knwo is
this: is there really someone in the whole world who gets an email
from hlyywkrrs@hothotmail.com, reads it, and says to himself, "you
know, what i really need to do is enlarge my penis 33%, and the way to
do it would be to send $69.99 to that nice lady ilena at VIRILITY
MAXIMUS CORP via this handy internet link!" if people are actually
falling for that, it's not their dicks they should be worried about.
18) soon we were swapping pictures and mp3s and telling each other how
everything pretty much sucked, but of course the ironic part was that
while we were talking about it the world didn't suck as much. except,
of course, for the part at the end when we had to return to the real
world.
19) i love that he knows who everyone is but nobody know who he is. if
i had actual friends that i felt i could talk to, this might causr
some conflict. but since right now there'd only need to be one car to
take people to my funeral, i think it's okay.
20) she doesn't believe in letting silence go. no, she has to fill it
up with talk. i want to tell her that's what the voices in your head
are for, to get you through all the silent parts. but she doesn't want
to be with her thoughts unless she's saying them out loud.
21) truth is, thinking about depression depresses the shit out of me
22) i never hoped for everything to get better \ only for one thing to
get better. and it never did. so eventually i gave up. i gave up every
single day.
but not with isaac. it scares me sometimes. wishing it to work.
23) i feel like my life is so scattered right now. like it's all these
small pieces of paper and someone's turned on the fan. but talking to
you makes me feel like the fan's been turned off for a little bit.
like things could actually make sense. you completely unscatter me,
and i appreciate that so much.
24) Jane: Yeah, well. Some people have lives; some people have music.
Me: And some people have neither.
25) I'm not asexual. I'm arelationshipal.
26) You like someone who can't like you back because unrequited love
can be survived in a way that once-requited love cannot.
27) because, here's the thing \ we're not that close. maura is the
kind of friend i enjoy swapping doomsday scenarios with. she's not,
however, someone who makes me want to prevent doomsday from happening.
28) still, i can't help thinking that 'getting a life' is something
only a complete idiot could believe. like you can just drive to a
store and get a life. see it in its shiny box and look inside the
plastic window and catch a glimpse of yourself in a new life and say,
'wow, i look much happier \ i think this is the life i need to get!'
takr it to the counter, ring it up, put it on your credit card. if
getting a life was that easy, we'd be one blissed-out race. but we're
not. so it's like, mom, your life isn't out there waiting, so don't
think all you have to do is find it and get it. no, your life is right
here. and, yeah, it sucks. lives usually do. so if you want things to
change, you don't need to get a life. you need to get off your ass.
29) all sorts of yayness floods my brain. love is such a drug.
30) she talks a lot about her problems in the past tense as a way to
convince us they're in the past. and maybe they are.
31) then there are nights like tonight, when the truth is what comes
out, because it's what we need the most. or maybe just one of us needs
it the most, but the other knows the right time to give it.
like now, when what i want most in the universe is to have him
beside me. he knows this...
32) boundbydad: and when you were ready, i'd kiss you once and lift
myself away, sit back on your bed and wait for you there, just so we
could lie there, and you could hold me, and i could hold you
boundbydad: and it would be so peaceful. completely peaceful. like the
feeling of sleep, but being awake in it together.
33) he is both the source of my happiness and the one i want to share
it with.
i have to believe that's a sign.
34) What do you think this is, eighteen thirty-two? When you like
someone and they like you, you fucking put your lips against their
lips and then you open your mouth a little, and then just a little
hint of tongue to spice things up. I mean, (i)God(i), Grayson.
Everybody's always got their panties in a twist about how the youth of
America are debaucherous, sex-crazed maniacs passing out handjobs like
they were lollipops, and you can't even kiss a girl who (i)definitely
likes you(i)?
35) Compromise is when you do what I tell you and I do what I want.
36) Great news for someone is always bad news for someone else.
37) at this moment, i want to jump ahead in time. or, if that doesn't
work, i'll settle for traveling back in time.
i want to jump ahead in time because in twenty hours i will be
with isaac in chicago, and i am willing to skip everything in between
in order to get to him faster. i don't care if in ten hours i'm going
to win the lottery, or if in twelve hours i'm going to get the chance
to graduate early from high school. i don't care if in fourteen hours
i am going to be jerking off and have the most life-altering orgasm in
all of unrecorded history. i would fast-forward past it all to be with
isaac instead of having to settle for thinking about him.
as for travelling back in time, it's really simple \ i want to go b
ack in time and kill the guy who invented math.
38) here's the thing about maura: it's always about her. always. now,
normally i don't mind this, because if everything's about her, then
nothing has to be about me. but sometimes her spotlight clinging drags
me in, and that's what i hate.
39) for the first time in my life i realize why hangers are called
hangers, because after fifteen minutes of trying things on and
throwing them aside, all i want to do is hook one to the top of my
closet door, lean my neck into the loop, and let my weight fall. my
mother will come in and think it's some autoerotic asphyxiation where
i didn't even have the time to get my dick out, and i won't be alive
to tell her that i think autoerotic asphyxiation is one of the dumbest
things in the whole universe, right up there with gay republicans.
40) i'm later than a pregnant girl's period
41) i close my eyes. and i scream. if my whole world is going to crash
down around me, then i am going to make the sound of the crashing. i
want to scream until all my bones break.
42) i get it now. i get it. the things you hope for the most are the
things that destroy you in the end.
43) The English language has a long and storied history. And in all
that time, no one has ever asked a "random question" about
"epiphanies" for "no reason." "Random questions" are the least random
of all questions.
44) Look, you're right. Maybe I don't like you the way someone should
like you. I don't like you in the call-you-and-read-you-a-poem-every-
night-before-you-go-to-bed way. I'm crazy, okay?
45) I've never known before what it feels like to (i)want(i) someone \
not to want to hook up with them or whatever, but to (I)want(i) them,
to want (i)them(i). And now I do. So maybe I do believe in epiphanies.
46)
To: The Locker Houdini
From: Will Grayson
Re: An Expert in the Field of Good Boyfriends?
Dear Jane,
Just so you know: e. e. cummings cheated on both of his wives. With
prostitutes.
Yours,
Will Grayson
47) it runs afoul of what i call the birdshot rule. you know, how
people say it's good luck if a bird shits on you? and people believe
it! i just want to grab them and say, 'dude, don't you realize this
whole superstition was made up because no one could think of anything
else good to say to a person who'd just been shit upon?' and people do
that all the time \ and not with something as temporary as birdshit,
either. you lose your job? great opportunity! failed at life? there's
only one way to go \ up!
48) i have to let go of some other things in order not to crash right
into the ground. i no longer give a fuck. i mean, i didn't think i
gave a fuck before. but that was amateur not-giving-a-fuck. this is
stop-at-nothing, don't-give-a-fuck freedom.
49) when things break, it's not the actual breaking that prevents them
from getting back together again. it's because a little piece gets
lost \ the two remain ends couldn't fit together even if they wanted
to. the whole shape has changed.
50) i will admit there's a certain degree of giving a fuck that goes
into not giving a fuck. by saying you don't care if the world falls
apart, in some small way you're saying you want it to stay together,
on your terms.
51) Not that smart. Not that hot. Not that nice. Not that funny.
That's me: I'm not that.
52) I think about how much depends upon a best friend. When you wake
up in the morning you swing your legs out of bed and you put your feet
on the ground and you stand up. You don't scoot to the edge of the bed
and look down to make sure the floor is there. The floor is always
there. Until it's not.
53) okay, so this is the reality: he is here. he is real. we are real.
54) this is what i never allow myself to need.
and of course i've been needing it all along.
55) i had no doubt that tiny (i) thought (i) he got depressed, but
that was probably because he had nothing to compare it to. still, what
could i say? that i didn't just (i) feel(i) depressed \ instead, if
was like the depression was the core of me, of every part if me, from
my mind to my bones? that if he got blue, i got black? that i hated
those pills so much, because i knew how much i relied on them to live?
no, i couldn't say any of this. because, when it all comes down to
it, nobody wants to hear it. no matter how much they like you or love
you, they don't want to hear it.
56) i think the idea of a 'mental health day' is something completely
invented by people who have no clue what it's like to have bad mental
health. the idea that your mind can be aired out in twenty-four hours
is kind of like saying heart disease can be cured if you eat the right
breakfast cereal. mental health days only exist for people who have
the luxury of saying 'i don't want to deal with things today' and then
can take the whole day off, while the rest of us are stuck fighting
the fights we always fight, wtj no one really caring one way or
another, unless we choose to bring a gun to school or ruin the morning
announcements with a suicide.
57) i'll break it down for you. (i)easy(I) \ with no difficulty
whatsoever. (i)for you(i) \ the opposite of 'for me'. (i) to say(i) \
to vocalize, sometimes ad nauseam. you have it so good that you don't
realize that when you have it bad, it's not a choice you're making.
58) i want to tell him: nobody ever told me how to deal with things
like this. shouldn't letting go be painless if you've never leaned how
to hold on?
59) minutes have to pass before i can admit that, yes, even though i
tell myself i'm feeling nothing, it's a lie. i want to say i'm feeling
remorse or regret or even guilt. but none of those words seem like
enoug. what i'm feeling is shame. raw, loathing shame. i don't want to
be the person i am. i don't want to be the person who just did what i
did.
60) need is never a good basis for any relationship. it has to be much
more than that.
61) NO. No no no. I don't want to (i) screw (i) you. I just (I) love
(i) you. When did who you want to screw become the whole game? Since
when is the person you want to screw the only person you get to love?
It's so stupid, Tiny! I mean, Jesus, who even gives a fuck about sex?!
People act like it's the most important thing humans do, but come on.
How can our sentient fucking lives revolve around something (i)slugs
(i) can do. I mean, who you want to screw and whether you screw them?
Those are important questions, I guess. But they're not (i)that(i)
important. you know what's important? Who would you (i) die(i) for?
Who do you wake up at five forty-five in the morning for even though
you don't even know why he needs you? Whose drunken nose would you
pick?!
62) When you date someone, you have the markers along the way, right:
You kiss, you have The Talk, you say the Three Little Words, you sit
on a swing set and break up. You can plot the points on a graph. And
you check up with each other along the way: Can I do this? If I say
this, will you say it back?
"Buf with friendship, there's nothing like that. Being in a
relationship, that's something you choose. Being friends, that's just
something you are."
63) i start holding my breath, not like you do when you pass a
graveyard or something like that. no. i'm trying to see how long i can
do it before i pass out or die. it's a really convenient pastime \ you
can do it pretty much anywhere. class. lunch. at the urinal. in the
discomfort of your own room.
the sucky part is that the moment always comes when i take the
next breath. i can only push myself so far.
64) c'mon, will \ you know there's no such thing as a complete lie.
there's always some truth in there.
65) the blackness has disappeared now. there's sadness instead.
66) i want to say to her: i just want to be myself. and i want to be
with someone who's just himself. that's all. i want to see through all
the performance and all the pretending and get right to the truth. and
maybe this is the most truth that maura and i will ever find \ an
acknowledgment of the lie, and of the feelings that fell behind it.
67) i just want you to be happy. if that's with me or with someone
else or with nobody. i just want you to be happy. i just want you to
be okay with life. with life as it is. and me, too. it is so hard to
accept that life is falling. falling and landing and falling and
landing. i agree it's not idea. i agree.
68) but there is the word, this world phil wrayson taught me once:
weltschmerzt. it's the depression you feel when the world as it is
does not line up with the world as you think it should be. i live in a
big goddamned weltschmerz ocean, you know? and so do you. and so does
everyone. because everyone thinks it should be possible just to keep
falling and falling forever, to feel the rush of the air on your face
as you fall, that air pulling your face into a brilliant goddamned
smile. and that (I)should(I) be possible. you (i) should (i) be able
to fall forever.
69) because i have spent my life falling. not the kind that tiny's
talking about. he's talking about love. i'm talking about life. in my
kind of falling, there's no landing. there's only hitting the ground.
hard. dead, or wanting to be dead. so the whole time you're falling,
it's the worst feeling in the world. because you feel you have no
control over it. because you know how it ends.
i don't want to fall. all i want to do is stand on solid ground.
70) maybe tonight you're scared of falling, and maybe there's somebody
here or somewhere else you're thinking about, worrying over, fretting
over, trying to figure out if you want to fall, or how and when you're
gonna land, and i gotta tell you friends that to stop thinking about
the landing, because it's all about fallingc myabe there is something
you're afraid to say, or someone you're afraid to love, or somewhere
you're afraid to go. it's gonna hurt. it's gonna hurt because it
matters.


miki

Red Dragon - Thomas Harris

1) One can only see what one observes, and one observes only things
which are already in the mind. \ Alphonse Bertillon
2) c For Mercy has a human heart,
Pity a human face,
And Love, the human form divine,
And Peace, the human dress.
WILLIAM BLAKE, Songs of Innocence, ('The Divine Image')

Cruelty has a Human Heart,
And Jealousy a Human Face,
Terror the Human Form Divine,
And Secrecy the Human Dress.

The Human Dress is forged Iron,
The Human Form a fiery Forge,
The Human Face a Furnace seal'd,
The Human Heart its hungry Gorge.
WILLIAM BLAKE, Songs of Experience, ('A Divine Image')*

* After Blake's death, this poem was found with prints from the plates
of Songs of Experience. It appears only in posthumous editions.
3) I remembered that I love him. It felt like something breaking with
a little pain and spilling warm.
4) I'm here and I'll be here whenever you come home, or I'll meet you
anywhere, any time.
5) It's hard to have anything, isn't it? Rare to get it, hard to keep
it. This is a damn slippery planet.
6) She knew the value of their days. She could hold a moment by its
stem. She had taught him to relish.
7) this is too good to live for long.
8) With Reba, his only living woman, held with her in this one
bubbleskin of time, he felt for the first time that it was all right:
it was his life he was releasing, himself past all mortality that he
was sending into her starry darkness, away from this pain planet,
ringing harmonic distances away to peace and the promise of rest.
9) We don't invent our natures, Will; they're issued to us along with
our lungs and pancreas and everything else. Why fight it?
10) There is no murder. We make murder, and it matters only to us.
11) He wondered if, in the great body of humankind, in the minds of
men set on civilization, the vicious urged we control in ourselves and
the dark distinctive knowledge of those urges function like the
crippled virus the body arms against.
He wondered if old, awful urges are the virus that makes vaccine.
Yes, he had been wrong about Shiloh. Shiloh isn't haunted \ men are
haunted.
Shiloh doesn't care.
12) And I gave my heart to know wisdom, and to know madness and folly:
I perceived that this also is vexation of spirit.
-- Ecclesiastes 1:17


miki

Delirium

Delirium - lauren oliver
1) The most dangerous sicknesses are those that make us believe we are
well. \ Proverb 42, The Book of Shhh
2) Of course that's one of the reasons it's so dangerous: (i)It
affects your mind so that you cannot think clearly, or make rational
decisions about your own well-being(i).
3) The deadliest of all deadly things: It kills you both when you have
it and when you don't.
4) Hearts are fragile things. That's why you have to be so careful.
5) You can't be really happy unless you're unhappy sometimes.
6) The devil stole into the Garden of Eden.
He carried with him the disease - amor deliria nervosa -
in the form of a seed. It grew and flowered into a
magnificent apple tree, which bore apples as bright as blood.
- From Genesis: A Complete History of the World and the Known
Universe, by Steven Horace, PhD, Harvard University
7) I love you. Remember. They cannot take it.
8) Someday we will all be saved.
9) It's so strange how life works: you want something and you wait and
wait and feel like it's taking forever to come. Then it happens and
it's over and all you want to do is curl back up in that moment before
things changed.
10) Everyone you trust, everyone you think you can count on, will
eventually disappoint you. When left to their own devices, people lie
and keep secrets and change and disappear, some behind a different
face or personality, some behind a dense early morning fog, beyond a
cliff.
11) A world without fear. Impossible.
12) And even though I'm standing in the middle of the biggest crowd
I've ever seen in my life, I suddenly feel very alone.
13) I'm sick of people acting like this world, this other world, is
the normal one, while I'm the freak. It's not fair, like all the rules
have suddenly been changed and somebody forgot to tell me.
14) I have a brief fantasy that we're the only two people out in the
darkness - that we are the only two people awake and alive in the
city, in the world.
15) Most things, even the greatest movements on earth, have their
beginnings in something small. An earthquake that shatters a city
might begin with a tremor, a tremble, a breath. Music begins with a
vibration...
And God created the whole universe from an atom no bigger than a
thought.
16) Sometimes I feel like if you just watch things, just sit still and
let the world exist in front of you - sometimes I swear that just for
a second time freezes and the world pauses in its tilt. Just for a
second. And of you somehow found a way to live in that second, then
you would live forever.
17) The past is nothing but a weight. It will build inside of you like
a stone.
Take it from me: if you hear the past speaking to you, feel it
tugging at your back and running it's fingers up your spine, the best
thing to do - the only thing - is run.
18) Feelings aren't forever. Time wait for no man, but progress waits
for man to enact it.
19) My stomach gets that hollowed-out feeling. It amazing how words
can do that, just shred your insides apart. Sticks and stones may
break my bones, but words can never hurt me - (i)such(i) bullshit.
20) Human beings, in their natural state, are unpredictable, erratic,
and unhappy. It is only once their animal instincts are controlled
that they can be responsible, dependent, and content.
21) Now the room is full of him: he is so close I can't breathe, can't
move or speak or think. Every time he brushes me with his fingers,
time seems to teeter for a second, like it is in danger of dissolving.
The world is dissolving, I decide, except for us. Us.
22) Everyone is asleep. They've been asleep for years. You seemedc
awake... I'm tired of sleeping.
23) And suddenly it's all so ridiculously and stupidly clear I feel
like laughing. This is what I want. This is the only thing I've ever
wanted. Everything else - every single second of every single day that
has come before this very moment, this kiss - has meant nothing.
24) I know part of the problem, of course. The disorientation, the
distraction, the difficulty focusing - all classic Phase One signs of
deliria. But I don't care. If pneumonia felt this good I'd stand out
in the snow in the winter with bare feet and no coat on, or march into
the hospital and kiss pneumonia patients.
25) For the first time in my life I've done something for me and by
choice and not because somebody told me it was good or bad.
26) (i)It's going to be okay(i). Words that mean nothing, really, just
sounds intoned into vastness and darkness, little scrabbling attempts
to latch on to something when we're falling.
27) That's when you really lose people, you know. When the pain passes.
28) Snapshots, moments, mere seconds: as fragile and beautiful and
hopeless as a single butterfly, flapping on against the gathering wind.
29) Somehow, the pain only makes it better, more intense, more worth it.
30) I seem to have only hazy memories of the girl I was before then \
the girl who always did what she was told and never lied and counted
the days until her procedure with feelings of excitement, not horror
and dread. The girl who was afraid of everyone and everything. The
girl who was afraid of herself.
31) Love: a single word, a wispy thing, a word no bigger or longer
than an edge. That's what it is: an edge; a razor. It draws up through
the center of your life, cutting everything in two. Before and after.
The rest of the world falls away on either side.
Before and after - and during, a moment no bigger or longer than
an edge.
32) Live free or die.
33) One of the strangest things about life is that it will chug on,
blind and oblivious, even as your private world \ your little carved-
out sphere \ is twisting and morphing, even breaking apart. One day
you have parents; the next day you're an orphan. One day you have a
place and a path; the next day you're lost in the wilderness.
And still the sun rises and clouds mass and drift and people shop
for groceries and toilets flush and blinds go up and down. That's when
you realize that most of it \ life, the relentless mechanism of
existing \ isn't about you. It doesn't include you at all. It will
thrust onward even after you've jumped the edge. Even after you're dead.
34) I don't know whether these feelings - this (i)thing(i) growing
inside if me - is something horrible and sick or the best thing that's
ever happened to me.
Either way, I can't stop it. I've lost control. And the (i)truly
(i) sick things is that despite everything, I'm glad.
35) I feel an overwhelming rush of sadness, unrelated to Alex or Brian
or any of that. I'm just struck with a sense of time passing so
quickly, rushing forward. One day I'll wake up and my whole life will
be behind me, and it will seem to have gone as quickly as a dream.
36) Stupid, stupid \ to be so careless with our time, to believe we
had so much of it left.
37) All of a sudden it hits me: he did this for me. Even after what
happened today, he came and did this for me. Gratitude overwhelms me,
and another feeling too, bringing with it a twinge of pain. I don't
deserve it. I don't deserve him. I turn back to him and can't even
speak; his face is lit up with flame and he seems to be glowing,
transforming into fire. He is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
38) Unimaginable, incomprehensible: a life lived without him. The idea
breaks me \ the fact that he's almost crying breaks me \ the fact
that he did this for me, the fact that he believes I'm worth it \
kills me. He is my world and my world is him and without him there is
no world.
39) LIBERTY IN ACCEPTANCE;
PEACE IN ENCLOSURE;
HAPPINESS IN RENUNCIATION
40) We stand there for one more moment, looking at each other, and in
that instant I feel our connection so strongly it's as though it
achieves physical existance, becomes a hand all aroun us, cupping us
together, protecting us.
41) Humans, unregulated, are cruel and capricious; violent and
selfish; miserable and quarrelsome. It is only after their instincts
and basic emotions have been controlled that they can be happy,
generous, and good.
42) Hate isn't the most dangerous thing... Indifference is.
43) The tone of his voice makes something painful run through me, but
I can't stop speaking. Destroy, destroy, destroy: I want to break
everything \ him, me, us, the whole city, the whole world.
44) 'That's all I want. Just you and me. Always.'
I mean it too. I'm not even afraid. Now that I know I'll have him \
that we have each other \ I feel as though I'll never be afraid of an
ything ever again.
45) And I'll be gone \ out there somewhere among the skinny, shivering
trees, encased in snow. But Alex will be with me, and we'll be safe.
We'll walk together holding hands, and kiss in broad daylight, and
love each other as much as we want to, and no one will ever try to
keep us apart.
46) I'm only seventeen years old, and I already know something she
doesn't know: I know that life isn't life if you just float through
it. I know that the whole point \ the only point \ is to find the
things that matter, and hold on to them, and fight for them, and
refuse to let them go.
47) What is beauty? Beauty is no more than a trick; a delusion; the
influence of excited particles and electrons colliding in your eyes,
jostling in your brain like a bunch of overeager schoolchildren, about
to be released on break. Will you let yourself be deluded? Will you
let yourself be deceived?
48) You have to go forward: it's the only way. You have to go forward
no matter what happens. This is the universal law.
49) Love, the deadliest of all deadly things: it kills you both when
you have it and when you don't.
But that isn't it, exactly.
The condemned and the condemned. The executioner; the blade; the
last-minute repreive; the gaspin breath and the rolling sky above you
and the (i)thank you, thank you, thank you, God(i).
Love: it will kill you and save you, both.
50) I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
51) And now I know why they invented words for love, why they had to:
it's the only thing that can come close to describing what I feel in
that moment, the baffling mixture of pain and pleasure and fear and
joy, all running sharply through me at once.
52) He who leaps for the sky may fall, it's true.
But he may also fly.
53) I've known time to stretch out like rings expanding outward over
water; I've also known it to rush by with such force it leaves me
dizzy. But until today I've never known if to do both at the same time.
54) I'd rather die on my own terms than live on theirs.
55) Life will go on. Something aches at the very core of me, something
ancient and deep and stronger than words: the filament that joins each
if us to the root of existence, that ancient thing unfurling and
resisting and grappling, desperately, for a foothold, a way to (i)stay
here, breathe, keep going(i). But I will it away; I will it to curl up
again, to let go.
I'd rather die my way than live yours.
56) You have to understand. I am no one special. I am just a single
girl. I am five feet two inches tall and I am in-between in every way.
But I have a secret. You can build walls all the way to the sky
and I will find a way to fly above them. You can try to pin me down
with a hundred thousands arms, but I will find a way to resist. And
there are many of us out there, more than you think. People who refuse
to stop believing. People who refuse to come to earth. People who love
in a world without walls, people who love into hate, into refusal,
against hope, and without fear.
I love you. Remember. They cannot take it.


miki

The Shining

I believe these stories exist because we sometimes need to create
monsters and bogies to stand in for all the things we fear in our real
lives: the parent who punches instead of kissing, the auto accident
that takes a loved one, the cancer we one day discover living in our
own bodies. If such terrible occurrences were acts of darkness, they
might actually be easier to cope with. But instead of being dark, they
have their own terrible brilliance, it seems to me, and none shine so
bright as the acts of cruelty we sometimes perpetrate in our own
families. To look directly at such brilliance is to be blinded, and so
we create any number of filters. The ghost story, the horror story,
the uncanny tale - all of these are such filters. The man or woman who
insists there are no ghosts is only ignoring the whispers of his or
her own heart, and how cruel that seems to me. Surely even the most
malignant ghost is a lonely thing, left out in the dark, desperate to
be heard.
-- The Shining, Stephen King

Sunday, 8 April 2012

It ALWAYS gets better!

Life has a funny way of crushing your dreams and killing your spirit. But it also helps you out sometimes. What you get given is not always all you'll be given. It'll balance out. Life is unfair but it still has its highs. Maybe it gets high to reach a low but remember all the good times, the ones who helped you, the people you've helped.

Time will heal all.

If you're stuck there and you can't move on, remember:

Friday, 10 February 2012

nick and norah's infinite playlist / david levithan & rachel cohn

She thinks for a second. “Okay. There’s one part of Judaism I really like. Conceptually, I mean. It’s called tikkun olam. ”

“Tikkun olam,”I repeat.

“Exactly. Basically, it says that the world has been broken into pieces. All this chaos, all this discord. And our job—everyone’s job—is to try to put the pieces back together. To make things whole again.”

“And you believe that?” I ask. Not as a challenge. As a genuine question.

She shrugs, then negates the shrug with the thought in her eyes. “I guess I do. I mean, I don’t know how the world broke. And I don’t know if there’s a God who can help us fix it. But the fact that the world is broken—I absolutely believe that. Just look around us. Every minute—every single second—there are a million things you could be thinking about. A million things you could be worrying about. Our world—don’t you just feel we’re becoming more and more fragmented? I used to think that when I got older, the world would make so much more sense. But you know what? The older I get, the more confusing it is to me. The more complicated it is. Harder. You’d think we’d be getting better at it. But there’s just more and more chaos. The pieces—they’re everywhere. And nobody knows what to do about it. I find myself grasping, Nick. You know that feeling? That feeling when you just want the right thing to fall into the right place, not only because it’s right, but because it will mean that such a thing is still possible? I want to believe that."
"Do you really think it's getting worse?" I ask. "I mean, aren't we better off than we were twenty yearas ago? Or a hundred?"
"We're better off. But I don't know if the world's better off. I don't know if the two are the same thing."
... Then it hits me.

"Maybe we're the pieces," I say... "Maybe that's it," I say gently,"With what you were talking about before. The world being broken. Maybe it isn't that we're supposed to find the pieces and put them back together. Maybe we're the pieces."

She doesn't reply, but I can tell she's listening carefully. I feel like I'm understanding something for the first time, even if I'm not entirely sure what it is yet.

"Maybe," I say, "what we're supposed to do is come together. That's how we stop the breaking."

Tikkun olam.