"I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. And how it can actually ache in places you didn't know you had inside you. And it doesn't matter how many new haircuts you get, or gyms you join, or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends... you still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood. And how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he'll see the light and show up at your door. And after all that, however long all that may be, you'll go somewhere new. And you'll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again. And little pieces of your soul will finally come back. And all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade." - The Holiday

"J’ai décidé de ne plus jamais me plaindre. Je viens de m’apercevoir qu’à part mon œil, il y a deux choses qui ne sont pas paralysées. Mon imagination, ma mémoire. L’imagination et la mémoire sont les deux seuls moyens de m’évader de mon scaphandre. Je peux imaginer n’importe quoi, n’importe qui, n’importe où. Me faire caresser par les vagues à la Martinique, rendre visite à la femme que j’aime… Me prosterner devant Ozymandias, le roi des rois. Je peux imaginer n’importe quoi. Vivre mes rêves d’enfant, mes ambitions d’adulte." - Jean-Dominique Bauby

"I decided to never pity myself again. I came to the realization that, other than my eye, there are two things that are not paralyzed. My imagination, my memory. Imagination and memory are the only two ways to escape from my diving bell. I can imaginer whatever, whoever, wherever. Be caressed by the waves of Martinique, pay a visit to the woman that I love...Prosternate myself in front of Ozymandias, the king of kings. I can imagine anything. Live my childhood dreams, my adult ambitions."

Come and take a walk on the wild side

Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain

You like your girls insane

But don't forget the songs that made you cry and the songs that saved your life

A sad fact widely known 

The most impassionate song 

To a lonely soul 

Is so easily outgrown 

But don't forget the songs 

That made you smile 

And the songs that made you cry 

When you lay in awe 

On the bedroom floor 

And said : "Oh, oh, smother me Mother..."

No

Rubber ring, rubber ring, rubber ring, rubber ring 

La... 

The passing of time 

And all of its crimes 

Is making me sad again 

The passing of time 

And all of its sickening crimes 

Is making me sad again 

But don't forget the songs 

That made you cry 

And the songs that saved your life 

Yes, you're older now 

And you're a clever swine 

But they were the only ones who ever stood by you 

The passing of time leaves empty lives 

Waiting to be filled (the passing ...)

The passing of time 

Leaves empty lives 

Waiting to be filled 

I'm here with the cause 

I'm holding the torch 

In the corner of your room 

Can you hear me ? 

And when you're dancing and laughing 

And finally living 

Hear my voice in your head 

And think of me kindly 

No ... 

Rubber ring, rubber ring, rubber ring, rubber ring 

La ... 

No ... 

Rubber ring, rubber ring, rubber ring, rubber ring 

Do you 

Love me like you used to ? 

Oh ... 

Rubber ring, rubber ring, rubber ring, rubber ring 

La ... 

You're clever 

Everybody's clever nowadays 

You're clever 

Everybody's clever nowadays 

You are sleeping 

You do not want to believe 

You are sleeping 

You do not want to believe 

You are sleeping 

You do not want to believe 

You are sleeping 

What 20-Somethings Want

"...You want a job, a vacation, health insurance, validation, a back rub, a scalp massage at the place where you get your haircut, people who are jealous of you, an ex who won’t stop texting you when they’re drunk, Twitter followers, happiness maybe sorta, someone to buy you lunch at a fancy restaurant, a mentor who can tell you what the hell to do with your life, a reliable internet connection, a reliable human connection, a gift card to the grocery store, dinner parties with friends where everyone will pretend to have their crap together for just one night, a nice flirty text message to wake up to every morning for the rest of your life, for everyone to like you even if you don’t like anyone, and one of those nights that doesn’t end till 9 AM and reminds you what it feels like to be young and alive. Oh, and $$$. That’s all. Think you can get that for me? For us?"


The rest of the essay can be found here: http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/what-20-somehings-want/

Blue jeans, white shirt

Walked into the room you know you made my eyes burn

It was like, James Dean, for sure

You so fresh to death & sick as ca-cancer

You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop

But you fit me better than my favourite sweater, and I know

That love is mean, and love hurts

But I still remember that day we met in december, oh baby!

I will love you till the end of time

I would wait a million years

Promise you'll remember that you're mine

Baby can you see through the tears

Love you more

Than those bitches before

Say you'll remember, oh baby, say you'll remember

I will love you till the end of time

Big dreams, gangster

Said you had to leave to start your life over

I was like: "No please" stay here

We don't need no money we can make it all work

But he headed out on Sunday, said he'd come home Monday

I stayed up waitin', anticipatin' and pacin' but he was

Chasing paper

"Caught up in the game" that was the last I heard

I will love you till the end of time

I would wait a million years

Promise you'll remember that you're mine

Baby can you see through the tears

Love you more

Than those bitches before

Say you'll remember, oh baby, say you'll remember

I will love you till the end of time

He went out every night

And baby that's alright

I told you that no matter what you did I'd be by your side

Cause I'm a ride or die

Whether you fail or fly

Well shit at least you tried.

But when you walked out that door, a piece of me died

I told you I wanted more but that not what I had in mind

I just want it like before

We were dancin' all night

Then they took you away-stole you out of my life

You just need to remember....

I will love you till the end of time

I would wait a million years

Promise you'll remember that you're mine

Baby can you see through the tears

Love you more

Than those bitches before

Say you'll remember, oh baby, say you'll remember

I will love you till the end of time

"Don't be like me. Salvation doesn't lie within four walls. I'm too serious to be a dilettante and too much a dabbler to be a professional. Even the most miserable life is better than a sheltered existence in an organized society where everything is calculated and perfected." - La Dolce Vita