Music, music, music. On the one hand, my beloved music is a cruel lover who pokes at my sorest spot. On the other hand, what would I do with myself if I couldn't headbang and kareoke the night and early morning away to it when I'm so damned sad that I want to drown myself in a bucket of water. Oh yes, a bucket. Because I'm morbidly whimsical that way.
I'm so distracted. So out of it. So....AHHH! Confused and emotionally mixed up right now. It's weirdness and insanity.
"You'll never see the moments coming that will for ever mutilate your life-at least not until after they've mowed you down." (SAVITAR)
“Of course life is bizarre, the more bizarre it gets, the more interesting it is. The only way to approach it is to make yourself some popcorn and enjoy the show.”
“To love is to risk not being loved in return. To hope is to risk pain. To try is to risk failure, but risk must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.”
“Love is like seaweed; even if you have pushed it away, you will not prevent it from coming back.”
“Trying to make someone fall in love with you is about as pointless as trying to control who you fall in love with.”
“If you have to think about whether you love someone or not then the answer is no. When you love someone you just know.”
“Love is what makes two people sit in the middle of a bench when there is plenty of room at both ends”
“The supreme irony of life is that hardly anyone gets out of it alive.”
And so many more things of the like are dancing about my head, demanding that I find myself a muse so I can spill them out on paper or computer screen or whatever medium is most convenient.
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Hostess to this mad tea party:
- dark-huntress
- I'm nothing but a lone wolf, misunderstood and labeled to be dangerous.
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