7.

Here's where my title comes from. One of my favorite songs of all time.
  
Skip to 0:50 if all you want is the song.

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"I must be missing, I must be missing the point.
Your signal fades away and all I'm left with is noise."

"I'm always wishing, I'm always wishing too late
for things to go my way. It always ends up the same."

"My youth is slipping away, safe in monotony.
So safe, day after day."

"So wait up, I'm not sleeping alone again tonight.
There's so much to dream about there must be more to my life."

6.

6/25/11

I feel like I will be dissatisfied with any "love" I come to find because it will never live up to stories like Romeo and Juliet. For some reason, that drama and intensity is the only thing that can make love seem valid to me. It's true passion, true romance. Brushing your teeth with someone every morning is not exciting. Struggling desperately to be together in a world that wants only to tear you apart.. that takes devotion, that takes love. Or maybe it's less love, because you don't truly know the person. To know someone fully and still want to be with them every day is a different thing entirely.

5.

"I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me. My love's not impersonal yet not wholly subjective either. I would like to be everyone, a cripple, a dying man, a whore, and then come back to write about my thoughts, my emotions, as that person. But I am not omniscient. I have to live my life, and it is the only one I'll ever have. And you cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time..."

    -Sylvia Plath, #7

4.

5/20/11

"So long as we exist, death is not, and when death is, we are not."

    -Epicurus

3.

"I sit beside the fire and think
Of all that I have seen,
Of meadow-flowers and butterflies
In summers that have been;

Of yellow leaves and gossamer
In autumns that there were,
With morning mist and silver sun
And wind upon my hair.

I sit beside the fire and think
Of how the world will be
When winter comes without a spring
That I shall ever see.

For still there are so many things
That I have never seen:
In every wood in every spring
There is a different green.

I sit beside the fire and think
Of people long ago,
And people who will see a world
That I shall never know.

But all the while I sit and thin

Of times there were before
I listen for returning feet
And voices at the door."

-Bilbo Baggins

2.

4/26/11

I don't think intelligent life is a good thing. As intelligent animals, we hate our pointless lives. As instinctive, wild animals we focus on survival. When given time to turn inward and think about ourselves and our lives and the universe… we get depressed. Do you hear of wild animals killing themselves or being depressed? I don't think we ever should have evolved this far. Or maybe we just haven't evolved far enough. Maybe we're just at an intermediate stage right now, hence the inability to effectively cope. Maybe eventually we'll evolve to deal with this shit. Maybe that's why all of those sci-fi novels predict future societies completely controlled with drugs to keep us happy. Maybe that's how we will evolve to cope.

1.

2008

People always say it's never too late to say goodbye, but if they could still hear you saying goodbye.. would you really need to say it?