Rules. They're all that keep us from a dog eat dog world

What is it that defines a being as human..

Just what is a monday?

Monday is a day designed to add depression to an otherwise happy week..

Home is everywhere and nowhere

Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now

Now lets pretend like I'm on the stage
And when my beat drops everybody goes insane

And everybody loved me and no one ever hated
Lets try to use imagination

Now lets pretend like it was all-good

Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars
I could really use a wish right now

or him..

i want this.

free fallin

And I’m a bad boy ’cause I don’t even miss her
I’m a bad boy for breakin her heart

And I’m free, free fallin’
Yeah I’m free, free fallin’

And all the bad boys are standing in the shadows
All the good girls are home with broken hearts

And all the bad boys are standing in the shadows
All the good girls are home with broken hearts

And I’m free, free fallin’
Yeah I’m free, free fallin’
Free fallin’, now I’m free fallin’, now I’m
Free fallin’, now I’m free fallin’, now I’m

I wanna glide down over mulholland
I wanna write her name in the sky
Gonna free fall out into nothin’
Gonna leave this world for a while

And I’m free, free fallin’
Yeah I’m free, free fallin’

love.

A blessed thing it is for any man or woman to have a friend, one human soul whom we can trust utterly, who knows the best and worst of us, and who loves us in spite of all our faults.

two thousand and zen.

if I could just see you everything will be alright

I obviously aint with the flow.

We're all the same colour when you turn out the light.

It's a sweet sentiment but people can't actually function properly in the dark.

Handmade means made with love, it means more to give.

why is it that in life we always seem to be waiting? waiting for a test result, waiting for the end of the week, for a fight to be over. when will it be, that life is enjoyed while it's happening?

why do you build me up, buttercup baby just to let me down and mess me around.

and then worst of all, you never call, baby

when you say you will but i still love you still

i need you, more than anyone darlin'

you know that i have from the start

so build me up, buttercup, dont break my heart.

I am

sola con su espiritu

a pocketful of bliss

How do you hold onto happiness?

Can you?

Why is it we're so afraid of lasting happiness, friends? And how the devil do we keep it? There they are, those elusive, fleeting, gorgeous moments where everything in our universe suddenly falls perfectly into place and we look around at our family, significant others or our wee little pet. Yet two days later we find ourselves in the pits or mad about something so silly that ordinarily wouldn't cause us to even think a word of profanity. And our little pocket full of bliss is but a distant memory that we firmly believe will never, ever come round again.

We are such masochists by nature. We go into life expecting to be hurt, and certainly on occassion that sharp stab to the abdomen does occur. It's good for us. Character-building.

Some use that aching soul to write heartsick songs and sobbing love letters and the sort of revolting woe-is-me poetry. Does it mean that our wallowing will last forever? No. It passes in a sad undulating little wave like everything else in life and the next cycle begins. Often, this new chapter will bring you unmitigated bliss. So it goes.

Advice? For what it's worth, hold those happy remnants close to your heart at all times. On those awful, awful days when you want to punch an almighty crack in your bedroom wall you must think hard of smilier times and know they will come to you again. The days where you woke up on the wrong side of the bed, not smiling, when you cry through your breakfast, curse violently at everything and one. Know that you'll be back to your happy self before long.

with love

SGC family. You are forever my favourites.

♪

and we were strangers just before

now you mean so much more

and now i know why

although its coming to an end

but we'll always be friends

and all this is cause of

EFY (hey hey hey)

EFY (hey hey hey)

EFY heeeeeeeey

youth of zion, courage to stand strong

we come together just to sing this song

brothers and sisters eternal friends we be

and at the end we're one big family

soldiers of good cause, courage to stand strong

EFY. SGC.

and we were strangers just before

now you mean so much more

and now i know why

although its coming to an end

but we'll always be friends

and all this is cause of

EFY (hey hey hey)

EFY (hey hey hey)

EFY heeeeeeeey

“ We are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love. Sigmund Freud

Loved ones should not suffer. Period. And if they do, you should have the power to take that away. Make it undone. Be it by comfort, be it by making them laugh, be it by making them an epic meal. Or by giving a hug so warm and heart felt that it makes them forget about the pain, physical or emotional, albeit for that little while.

You hear that Universe? Don’t let people we love suffer. And make sure everyone is loved by someone.

I like the idea of obsession, of being so completely taken by something that you are unable to function without it in your life. I like the idea of something being so all-consuming that you become a sliver of your former existence; born out of your original self but now mutant by your desires as they penetrate every fiber of your being. That endless devotion seems fascinating because I am unable to devote myself completely to something, anything besides thinking too much.

“Mad to live” from the kerouac quote (“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars”)

inspiration.

expect change.

Trust is a fragile thing. Once earned, it affords us tremendous freedom. But once trust is lost, it can be impossible to recover. Of course the truth is, we never know who we can trust. Those we’re closest can betray us, and total strangers can come to our rescue. In the end, most people decide to trust only themselves. It really is the simplest way to keep from getting burned.

If I had never met you, I wouldn't have liked you. If I never liked you, I
wouldn't have loved you. If I had never loved you, I wouldn't miss you. But I did,
I do, and I will