Doing Karate and Trying to Get Females Pregnant

Nostalgic sentimentality.

One of my absolute favorites.

Not sure if being forgotten or trying to forget is harder.

Before you laugh, just listen.

Brilliant song.

I hate videos like this but I dig songs like this…

I should probably go home before my iTunes library drives me to self-harm. 

Ben Harper Reason to Mourn

Daniel: You know, Sammy, I’m sure she’s unique and extraordinary, but… the general wisdom is that, in the end, there isn’t just one person for each of us.

Sam: There was for Kate and Leo. There was for you. There is for me. She’s “the one.”

Daniel: Fair enough.

—The greatest film ever made, Love Actually

Pick apart
The pieces of your heart
And let me peer inside
Let me in
Where only your thoughts have been
Let me occupy your mind
As you do mine

You have lost
Too much love
To fear, doubt and distrust
Its not enough
You just threw away the key
To your heart

You don’t get burned
Cause nothing gets through
It makes it easier
Easier on you
But that much more difficult for me
To make you see

Love ain’t fair
So there you are
My love

Your heart’s a mess
You won’t admit to it
It makes no sense
But I’m desperate to connect
And you, you can’t live like this

Your heart’s a mess
You won’t admit to it
It makes no sense
But I’m desperate to connect
And you, you cant’t live like this

Your heart’s a mess
You won’t admit to it
It makes no sense
But I’m desperate to connect
And you cant’t live like this

Love ain’t safe
You won’t get hurt if you stay chaste
So you can wait
But I don’t wanna waste my love

—Gotye - Hearts A Mess

Yeah, I need to find my thing. My way around it. The weird thing is that (and forgive me if this isn’t a very coherent thought) it’s like there are two Byrons or a head and a heart, to some degree. At present, the head’s watching this fuckery and thinking “what a goddamn moron, life goes on, obviously this other person’s world hasn’t stopped spinning, so why has yours?” But the heart is the one holding the steering wheel and calling the shots at the moment. As time has passed, there are fleeting instances of the heart being like “fuck it, you drive” but those, though increasing in frequency, are still rather few and far between. It’s all wrapped up in selfishness, my own stupid, twisted, self-loathing and masochistic selfishness.

—Some really smart asshole. 

Better never to have met you in my dream than to wake and reach for hands that are not there.

—Otomo No Yakamochi