Towering Moments

what I’ve learned is:
it’s not about forcing happiness;
it’s about not letting sadness win.

—Local Man Ruins Everything

i’ve got troubled thoughts
and the self-esteem to match;
what a catch.

Folie à Deux

If you meet an asshole in the morning, you met an asshole. If you meet assholes all day, you’re the asshole.

—Raylan Givens

be honest and true, boys; whatever you do, boys;
let this be your motto through life.
both now and forever, be this your endeavour
when wrong with the right is at strife.
the best and the truest alas are the fewest,
but be one of these if you can.
in duty ne’er fail, you’ll find ‘twill avail you
and bring its reward, when a man.
don’t think life plain sailing; there’s danger of failing
though bright the future seem to be.
but bright honor and labor, and truth to your neighbor,
will bear you safe over life’s seas.
then up and be doing, right only pursuing,
and take your fair part in the strife.
be honest and true, boys; whatever you do, boys;
let this be your motto through life.

I totally knew about the new Fall Out Boy single a week and a half ago. And there may or may not be a video, too.

DAMN MY NDA. I’m way too smug to have one.


dagarabedian (via bipolarbearrrrr)


I amar prestar aen.
Han matho ne nen.
Han mathon ned cae.
A han noston ned gwilith.

The world is changed.
I feel it in the water.
I feel it in the earth.
I smell it in the air.

Much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it.

—Too often, I overlook the opening lines. Such a perfect summation of the whole story. Such melancholy.

Finally got to visit the 9/11 memorial. They did an extraordinary job with it. Overwhelming in every way.

if I thought it would help, I would drive this car into the sea;
if the fire and smoke and explosions could speak for me;
if the words that I used to try to explain
how something inside of me started to break —
ah; but one by one, my words just got in the way.

—Brian Fallon, "Dark Places

Would you talk about how I loved her now? Tell my sins to God out loud? Would you cry? Cry, ‘cause I was gone? Would you spit and hiss and curse my name, and embarrass me to the other graves? Would you lay right down with me, underneath the ground?

—Brian Fallon