Life is so painfully bittersweet that I frequently collapse at its feet in weakness and helplessnessTotally Kierkegaard’s Concept of Anxiety all the time
No better way to truly measure yourself than throwing yourself at the unknown
Candy - Paolo Nutini
I’m some stain there on your bed sheet
You’re my diamond in the rough
Just give me some candy, before I go…
'You've got to be crazy. It's too late to be sane, too late. You've got to go full tilt bozo cause you're only given a little spark of madness and if you lose that, you're nothing.' -R. Williams
life is heavy
My romance doesn’t need to have a moon in the sky
My romance doesn’t need a blue lagoon standing by
No month of May no twinkling stars
No hideaways no soft guitars
My romance doesn’t need a castle rising in Spain
Not a dance to a constantly surprising refrain
Wide awake I can make my most fantastic dreams come true
My romance doesn’t need a thing but you
’30s romance seems so far from this world.
I still remember how you used to say
“Something good will come out of this.”
How could I break away from you
He saw her from the bottom of the stairs
Before she saw him. She was starting down,
Looking back over her shoulder at some fear.
She took a doubtful step and then undid it
To raise herself and look again. He spoke
Advancing toward her: “What is it you see
From up there always? - for I want to know.”
She turned and sank upon her skirts at that,
And her face changed from terrified to dull.
He said to gain time: “What is it you see?”
Mounting until she cowered under him.
“I will find out now - you must tell me, dear.”
She, in her place, refused him any help,
With the least stiffening of her neck and silence.
She let him look, sure that he wouldn’t see,
Blind creature; and awhile he didn’t see.
—Robert Frost, “Home Burial”