Roman Holiday (1953), directed by William Wyler
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Roman Holiday (1953), directed by William Wyler
Roman Holiday (1953), directed by William Wyler
The lovely Kate Pulley made a video for my song: Chattering {Living Room Ghost} Her work can be found here: https://www.flickr.com/photos/kateandthepulley
Darcy : I've been dropping subtle hints that I like her.
*walks over to Lizzie*
Darcy : I can't stand you
And you wake up reaching aimlessly, in your dreams, it all seems so sweet. I just saw your head poke out from the ground could you see, the dirt crumbled neatly on my feet. A flower unique amongst a sea of weeds, you budded out like the love you seek. I know you believe, that all the water you’ve given is enough to fill an ocean you could swim in for, free. No I was never a lot, ended up just a drop in all the waves you see. The air always seems so uneasy to you. Turn out the light and wilt away to signal morning. A Daisy. What could you see, in me so frail. A wilting dream. But I can see the light, she’s shinning towards my window. Morning Comes Again. And as your petals start to descend, that faded yellow grin, breaks my self esteem again. Tell me what were your expectations of me now. Daisy. What could you see, in me so frail. A wilting dream. But I can see the light, she’s shinning towards my window. I can see the light, from her bedside table. Fall.
Medical psychology, on the other hand, is very far from being in this more or less enviable position. Here the object puts the question and not the experimenter. The analyst is confronted with facts which are not of his choosing and which he probably never would choose if he were a free agent. It is the sickness or the patient himself that puts the crucial questions-in other words, Nature experiments with the doctor in expecting an answer from him. The uniqueness of the individual and of his situation stares the analyst in the face and demands an answer. His duty as a physician forces him to cope with a situation swarming with uncertainty factors. At first he will apply principles based on general experience, but he will soon realize that principles of this kind do not adequately express the facts and fail to meet the nature of the case. The deeper his understanding penetrates, the more the general principles lose their meaning. But these principles are the foundation of objective knowledge and the yardstick by which it is measured. With the growth of what both patient and doctor feel to be "understanding," the situation becomes increasingly subjectivized. What was an advantage to begin with threatens to turn into a dangerous disadvantage. Subjectivation (in technical terms, transference and countertransference) creates isolation from the environment, a social limitation which neither party wishes for but which invariably sets in when understanding predominates and is no longer balanced by knowledge. As understanding deepens, the further removed it becomes from knowledge. An ideal understanding would ultimately result in each party's unthinkingly going along with the other's experience-a state of uncritical passivity coupled with the most complete subjectivity and lack of social responsibility. Understanding carried to such lengths is in any case impossible, for it would require the virtual identification of two different individuals. Sooner or later the relationship reaches a point where one partner feels his is being forced to sacrifice his own individuality so that it may be assimilated by that of the other. This inevitable consequence breaks the understanding, for the understanding only presupposes the integral preservation of the individuality of both partners. It is therefore advisable to carry understanding only to the point where the balance between understanding and knowledge is reached, for understanding at all costs is injurious to both partners.
C.G. Jung - "The Undiscovered Self"
Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face The kind you'd find on someone that could save If they don't put me away Well, it’ll be a miracle Do you believe you're missing out? That everything good is happening somewhere else With nobody in your bed The night is hard to get through And I will die all alone And when I arrive I won’t know anyone Jesus Christ, I’m alone again So what did you do those three days you were dead? Because this problem is gonna last More than the weekend Jesus Christ, I’m not scared to die But I’m a little bit scared of what comes after Do I get the gold chariot Or do I float through the ceiling Or do I divide and pull apart Cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark This ship went down in sight of land And at the gates does Thomas ask to see my hands? I know you're coming in the night like a thief But I’ve had some time, O Lord, to hone my lying technique I know you think that I’m someone you can trust But I’m scared I’ll get scared and I swear I’ll try to nail you back up So do you think that we could work out a sign So I’ll know it's you and that it's over so I won't even try I know you're coming for the people like me But we all got wood and nails And we turn out hate in factories We all got wood and nails And we turn out hate in factories We all got wood and nails And we sleep inside of this machine
The first time I saw you was on the screen at Sebastian's house Back then you were so much older than me but now you're a child Oh I was wondering why you got naked When that boy started kissing you I was disgusted yet oddly excited The feeling was completely new It made you laugh when he kissed your breasts I didn't get the joke He got up a few moments later And left you all alone As you lay there in the forest I pictured Myself lying right next to you You fell asleep someone approached I figured It was your friend returning to you You didn't have any time to move We sat and watched as he murdered you I thought it was safe We wanted to play Oh brother we should leave now We were led astray The pastor would say Oh your sins shall find you out I stood frozen desperately Trying to make sense of it all Your body laid motionless And your face Was covered in blood And then your boyfriend came back looking for you I started shaking cause I knew We tried to warn him but he couldn't hear us Through the screen oh what could we do He didn't have any time to move His blood was dark It was almost blue I thought it was safe We wanted to play Oh brother we should leave now We were led astray The pastor would say Oh your sins shall find you out And as we made our way back home I felt a shame I'd never known Oh as we made our way back home I felt a pain I knew would grow And as we made our way back home I felt a shame I didn't have any time to move I fell in love As he murdered you
Open up a window, (...) the water Pulling on a pathway, calling in a (...), whispering and passing (...) And every time I see you, I have to pretend I don’t You thought that it would help, but it's only made us fall apart (...) in the water, (...) in the shadows, (...) I know where your lie is Why is nothing changing, maybe (...) And can’t you see us fading, soon there won’t be anyone there It's funny when you fuck up, no one really has to care Sometimes I wish that none of this had happened That our sad song be carried into the sea Unsteady as the water (...) shadows (...) And maybe you were right when you said I've never been in love How can I explain why it's safer when I feel alone? What has been done can never be undone So take your sad song, and sing until the next life Maybe you were right when you said I’ve never been in love How can I explain why it's safer just to be alone?
I bet it hurts to read permanence. I used to think on all of this and how you don't. Damn it's hard to find sustenance when all I had was love for this and now you don't. Now I just abuse substances to drown out your accomplishments, however few. All of this frustrates me bad cause I can't stay mad at you or change anything that I had. She told me don't think like that, it's really not that bad. I hope this makes you sad I hope this makes you sad. If it's something serious then hit me up but until then the door is shut, forget my room. And if I had a match for every lie and every attempt to deny, I'd strike a few. I am the walls, the silent halls. My jacket at your sisters wedding, navy blue. All of this frustrates me bad cause I can't stay mad at you or change anything that I had. She told me don't think like that, it's really not that bad. I hope this makes you sad I hope this makes you sad.
You jump out a moving car and call it a good thing "If you can't feel your beating heart, then you are not living." You are the shallow end of smoke You think that normal life is just some joke That's played on those who don't know Adrenaline is not my blood Amphetamines are not my love You say it's tired. You say I'm stuck Say what I got is not enough I taught myself not to feel my body in motion A daydream that got too real, like the salt in the ocean "If nobody sees you then you're not there." If nobody's listening, then why should I care? Why waste the air? Adrenaline is not my blood Amphetamines are not my love You say it's tired. You say I'm stuck Say what I got is not enough No, what I have will never be enough I could go out every night Or I could work that nine to five Neither makes me more or less alive I am more or less alive Adrenaline is not my blood Amphetamines are not my love You say it's tired. You say I'm stuck Say what I got is not enough No, what I have will never be Who I am will never be enough
I don't wanna wait in vain for your love I don't wanna wait in vain for your love From the very first time I rest my eyes on you, girl My heart says follow through But I know now that I'm way down on your line But the waiting feel is fine So don't treat me like a puppet on a string ‘Cause I know I have to do my thing Don't talk to me as if you think I'm dumb I wanna know when you're gonna come I don't wanna wait in vain for your love I don't wanna wait in vain for your love I don't wanna wait in vain for your love I don't wanna wait in vain for your love ‘Cause if summer is here I'm still waiting there Winter is here I'm still waiting there Like I said It's been three years since I'm knocking on your door And I still can knock some more Oh girl, oh girl, is it feasible? I wanna know now, for I to knock some more You see, in life I know there's lots of grief But your love is my relief Tears in my eyes burn, tears in my eyes burn While I'm waiting, while I'm waiting for my turn I don't wanna wait in vain for your love I don't wanna wait in vain for your love I don't wanna wait in vain for your love I don't wanna wait in vain for your love I don't wanna wait in vain for your love, oh I don't wanna, I don't wanna, I don't wanna, I don't wanna I don't wanna wait in vain I don't wanna, I don't wanna, I don't wanna, I don't wanna I don't wanna wait in vain