You’ve Got Wits. You’ve Got Looks. You’ve Got Passion, But I Swear That You’ve Got Me All Wrong.
— Dashboard Confessional, As Lovers Go.
Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it’s all over.
We admire people for their strength but we love them for their vulnerability.
I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love.
Show me a hero and I’ll write you a tragedy.
My favourite way to eat Oreos is fuckin’ alone and away from your judgment
— @AngryBobbyFlay, Twitter
You Say You Want To Stay By My Side, Darling Your Head’s Not Right. See, Alone We Stand, Together We Fall Apart — Yeah I Think I’ll Be Alright.
Dave Attell, on potential Jagermeister ads.
1: A guy comes out of a hedge, he's covered in mud and blood. He's holding one high-heel shoe: "did I just eat a stripper?".....JAGER.
2: A little girl is sitting on the swing -- not swinging. A tear rolls down her cheek: "where's daddy?".....JAGER.
Red, White, Blue’s in the sky; Summer’s in the air, and baby heaven’s in your eyes.
— Lana Del Rey, National Anthem.
We used to use umbrellas to face the bad weather; so now we travel first-class to change the forecast. Never in bunches, just me and you — I loved your point of view because you held no punches.
That’s not a skirt, girl, that’s a sawn-off shotgun; and I can only hope you’ve got it aimed at me.
— Arctic Monkeys, Suck it and See
Travel changes you. As you move through this life and this world you change things slightly, you leave marks behind, however small. And in return, life - and travel - leaves marks on you. Most of the time, those marks - on your body or on your heart - are beautiful. Often, though, they hurt. It’s a rush of fragments, all jostling for attention. Some good, some bad, some pleasurable – and some excruciating to remember.
Andrew Largeman and Sam - Garden State
Largeman: You know that point in your life when you realize the house you grew up in isn't really your home anymore? All of a sudden even though you have some place where you put your shit, that idea of home is gone.
Sam: I still feel at home in my house.
Largeman: You'll see one day when you move out it just sort of happens one day and it's gone. You feel like you can never get it back. It's like you feel homesick for a place that doesn't even exist. Maybe it's like this rite of passage, you know. You won't ever have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for your kids, for the family you start, it's like a cycle or something. I don't know, but I miss the idea of it, you know. Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people that miss the same imaginary place.