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Revisiting your blog after a year of fluctuating inactivity is like attending a great party after awakening from a coma. So many great people in the room, but you can't remember who anyone is anymore. Not even your old self.
"Heart Heart Head" - Meg Myers
I can barely speak, black and white bed sheets, I feel the air retreat; I know you’re here with me
How do I fake it with another man? How do I love him on the weekend? How do I listen to another man? How do I get off on the weekend?
You’re in my heart, in my heart, in my head You’re in my heart, in my heart, in my head You’re in my heart, in my heart, in my head You’re in my heart, in my heart, in my head
Pressure on my lips, I’d die for just one kiss Wake, I can’t resist; could I be dreaming this?
How do I fake it with another man? How do I love him on the weekend? How do I listen to another man? How do I get off on the weekend?
You’re in my heart, in my heart, in my head You’re in my heart, in my heart, in my head You’re in my heart, in my heart, in my head You’re in my heart, in my heart, in my head
“I am only responsible for my own heart, you offered yours up for the smashing, my darling. Only a fool would give out such a vital organ."
- Anaïs Nin
"The days aren't discarded or collected, they are bees that burned with sweetness or maddened the sting: the struggle continues, the journeys go and come between honey and pain. No, the net of years doesn't unweave: there is no net. They don't fall drop by drop from a river: there is no river. Sleep doesn't divide life into halves, or action, or silence, or honor: life is like a stone, a single motion, a lonesome bonfire reflected on the leaves, an arrow, only one, slow or swift, a metal that climbs or descends burning in your bones.”
- Pablo Neruda
"Put Your Head On My Shoulder" - Nancy Sinatra
Put your head on my shoulder Hold me in your arms, baby Squeeze me, oh so tight Show me that you love me too
Put your lips next to mine, dear Won’t you kiss me once, baby Just a kiss goodnight, maybe You and I will fall in love You and I will fall in love
People say that love’s a game A game you just can’t win If there’s a way I’ll find it someday And then this fool with rush in
Put your head on my shoulder Whisper in my ear, baby Words I want to hear Tell me, tell me that you love me too Tell me that you love me too
Put your head on my shoulder Whisper in my ear, baby Words I want to hear, baby Put your head on my shoulder
"I want to make Romeo jealous. I want the dead lovers of the world to hear our laughter and grow sad. I want a breath of our passion to stir the dust into consciousness, to wake their ashes into pain."
- Oscar Wilde
“I am a forest and a night of dark trees - but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses."
- Friedrich Nietzsche
"Twisted Nerve" - Bernard Herrmann
Be Near Me
"Be near me now, My tormenter, my love, be near me At this hour when night comes down, When, having drunk from the gash of sunset, darkness comes With the balm of musk in its hands, its diamond lancets, When it comes with cries of lamentation, With laughter with songs; Its blue-gray anklets of pain clinking with every step At this hour when hearts, deep in their hiding places, Have begun to hope once more, when they start their vigil For hands still enfolded in sleeves; When wine being poured makes the sound Of inconsolable children Who, though you try with all your heart, Cannot be soothed When whatever you want to do cannot be done, When nothing is of any use; At this hour when night comes down, When night comes, dragging its long face, Dressed in mourning, Be with me, My tormenter, my love, be near me."
- Faiz Ahmed Faiz
“Nevertheless, in this sea of human wretchedness and malice there bloomed at times compassion, as a pale flower blooms in a putrid marsh."
- Henryk Sienkiewicz