All any of us wanted, really, was to know that we counted. That someone else’s life would not have been as rich without us here.
"That rock ‘n’ roll, eh? That rock ‘n’ roll, it just won’t go away. It might hibernate from time to time, sink back into the swap. I think the cyclical nature of the universe in which it exists demands it adheres to some of it’s rules, but it’s always waiting there just around the corner, ready, to make it’s way back through the sludge, and smash through the glass ceiling looking better than ever.
Yeah, that rock ‘n’ roll seems like it’s fading away sometimes, but it will never die. And there’s nothing you can do about it.
Thank you very fuckin’ much for this. I do truly appreciate it. Don’t take that the wrong way. And uh, invoice me for the microphone if you need to.” (x)
(Source: monsieurturner, via demon--monkey)
1 week ago
Some men are ghosts before dying.
It hurts to let go. Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to something or someone the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you, because you think that your feelings were wrong and it makes you feel so small because it’s so hard to keep it inside when you let it out and it doesn’t coma back. You’re left so alone that you can’t explain. Damn, there’s nothing like that, is there? I’ve been there and you have too. You’re nodding your head.
We want to believe in the essential, unchanging goodness of people, in their power to resist external pressures, in their rational appraisal and then rejection of situational temptations. We invest human nature with God-like qualities, with moral and rational faculties that make us both just and wise. We simplify the complexity of human experience by erecting a seemingly impermeable boundary between Good and Evil.
Expectation works in mysterious ways—-and totally unconsciously.