Friday, 25 May 2012

I know, we don't live here anymore


It’s funny, because one of the more romantic thoughts I had was, ‘now I’ll match your hoodie’.
Go with your gut.
That’s one thing I’ve learned. Sometimes that means making the wrong decision, but it’s the still the better one, because it makes you happy.
And they say happiness is what it’s all about, right?
“... And we’ll just spend the weekend burning rubber...”
In a world where everyone  is doing “What makes sense”, maybe there’s something special about doing “What feels right”.
Attention whores & honesty & running barefoot in the rain
Forgiving sometimes, and holding on to grudges other times.            (there’s nothing wrong with holding onto grudges (please don’t rush the mourning of my pride), but there’s nothing pitiful in forgiving either)
("... if all else fails you can blame it on me..." )
“Life does not cease to be funny when people die, any more than it ceases to be serious when people laugh.”
I won’t pretend I’m not superior to you (I am), so don’t get so upset when you realize you’re beneath me. 
Don’t pretend you don’t act superior to your own brand of ‘lesser people’ too. If you truly thought we all were equals, you wouldn’t treat your son like that, you wouldn’t act like you don’t think I have a rational thought in my head (she treats me like I can think for myself, because I can think for myself).
The instinct was to punch you in the face, but that wouldn’t make you understand - you would only use it as support for your hate. You would only throw it back into her face - proof why she's wrong (she isn’t).
There’s nothing quite so true as the words of your enemies.
(Listen to them, they’re more correct than you’d hope)
“In grade 10, I sat next to a cute boy, with a twitchy leg, so I started to twitch my leg to match him.”
“... you have this innocence...”
I’ve got to start writing things down.
“Some things in life are earnest”
           I hope so.  
Because I wanted to”

You are full of emotion, and I am a cat.
Talent.

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