Life is just blah, blah, blah. You hope for blah. And sometimes you find it, but mostly it's blah. And waiting for blah. And hoping you were right about the blah's you made. And then just when you think you got the whole blah-damn thing figured out, and you're surrounded by the ones you blah...death shows up and blah, blah, blah.

Tell me again the part how you didn't feel a thing, the part how you never actually really ever did.

soothe the burn, wake me up

Lunch Break by Jonathan Adams

LINK: Read me!

I'm sick of chasing echoes.

"You will get me out of your thoughts in a week."

"Out of my thoughts! You are part of my existence, part of myself. You have been in every line I have ever read, since I first came here, the rough common boy whose poor heart you wounded even then. You have been in every prospect I have ever seen since---on the river, on the sails of the ships, on the marshes, in the clouds, in the light, in the darkness, in the wind, in the woods, in the sea, in the streets. You have been the embodiment of every graceful fancy that my mind has ever become acquainted with. The stones of which the strongest London buildings are made are not more real, or more impossible to be displaced by your hands, than your presence and influence have been to me, there and everywhere, and will be. Estella, to the last hour of my life, you cannot choose but remain part of my character, part of the little good in me, part of the evil. But, in this separation I associate you only with the good, and I will faithfully hold you to that always, for you must have done me far more good than harm, let me feel now what sharp distress I may. Oh God bless you, God forgive you!"

In what ecstasy of unhappiness I got these broken words out of myself, I don't know.

Great Expectations by Charles Dickens

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.

She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.

Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, a certain initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.

Lolita by Vladmir Nabokov

Animals commune around water. I drove past a lake once. Closeness to water grants privilege of tongue and opinion. On this lake were swans- magnificent moonlit creatures which were basking in the purest of night- the water beneath them full of hungry turtles, the water itself full of fertilizer. The woman driving saw the swans with me, and we talked about them. "They are making love," she said. "They are killing one another," I told her. We drove into the guard rail, penetrated the blackness beyond, and flipped into a wet pile of birds. And a lake. 

HATRED SURGE "Servant" b/w "Bestial" 7" Single Description by Roderick McClain

My Life According to Midtown

Using only song names from one artist, without repeating songs, cleverly answer these questions.
Repost as "My Life According to *artist name*."

Pick Your Artist:
Midtown

Are you a male or female?
Is it Me? Is it True?

Describe yourself:
Hey Baby, Don't You Know That We're All Whores

How do you feel:
Help Me Sleep

Describe where you currently live:
Whole New World

If you could go anywhere, where would you go:
Manhattan

Your favorite form of transportation:
Empty Like The Ocean

Your best friend is:
Perfect

Your favorite color is:
You Should Know

What's the weather like:
Still Trying

Favorite time of day:
Just Rock and Roll

If your life was a TV show, what would it be called:
Like a Movie

What is life to you:
The Tragedy of the Human Condition

Your current relationship:
Another Boy

Breaking up:
Let Go

Looking for:
Such a Person

Wouldn’t mind:
Find Comfort In Yourself

Your fear:
There's No Going Back

What is the best advice you have to give:
So Long As We Keep Our Bodies Numb, We're Safe

If you could change your name, you would change it to:
Recluse

Thought for the Day:
Armageddon Motherfuckers!

How I would like to die:
Until It Kills

My motto:
Nothing Is Ever What It Seems

Then come, come, come the hell inside.
My Bloody Valentine

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I know you think you're giving love, but you're just getting fucked.