This and That.
listening to:Go With the Flow - QotSA
Firstly, a huuuuuuge round of applause for Sashonie and her brilliant performace Saturday night - sweetie, you added an extremely welcome touch of class to the Jig. Yay!
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Allowing the self to be shaped by society is a mistake we all make so many times in life.
Codes and secrets are what we’re all made of.
Nobody else, no individual or society can find the key to those mysteries.
Why make that mistake, then?
As someone interestingly put it, we’re always in search for a soundtrack to our lives. The selection of songs is ever-changing, just as we are ever-changing, which is why we never really get around compiling that list. Unless of course, we’re busy scribbling them down on our death-beds as opposed to writing wills and fearing what’s in store next. That’s a whole other post.
Why, then, display your obsession with wanting to get to the bottom of it all? Maybe, on the outside, just on the outside the mystery is attractive - while the inside is a vacuum. When you’ve pushed aside all the mystery, there’s simply a gaping hole of….well, nothingness.
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It's perfect this way, don't ruin it. The moments, the memories we're making will stick for all the lifetimes to come - don't say anything more than you need to and I promise I won't ask for anything more than I should.
Walk down all the unfamiliar paths with me. Talk to me in ways only I will understand. Share your private moments with me. Never leave my side.
Firstly, a huuuuuuge round of applause for Sashonie and her brilliant performace Saturday night - sweetie, you added an extremely welcome touch of class to the Jig. Yay!
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Allowing the self to be shaped by society is a mistake we all make so many times in life.
Codes and secrets are what we’re all made of.
Nobody else, no individual or society can find the key to those mysteries.
Why make that mistake, then?
As someone interestingly put it, we’re always in search for a soundtrack to our lives. The selection of songs is ever-changing, just as we are ever-changing, which is why we never really get around compiling that list. Unless of course, we’re busy scribbling them down on our death-beds as opposed to writing wills and fearing what’s in store next. That’s a whole other post.
Why, then, display your obsession with wanting to get to the bottom of it all? Maybe, on the outside, just on the outside the mystery is attractive - while the inside is a vacuum. When you’ve pushed aside all the mystery, there’s simply a gaping hole of….well, nothingness.
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It's perfect this way, don't ruin it. The moments, the memories we're making will stick for all the lifetimes to come - don't say anything more than you need to and I promise I won't ask for anything more than I should.
Walk down all the unfamiliar paths with me. Talk to me in ways only I will understand. Share your private moments with me. Never leave my side.
That's what she told him that night. That's what they talked about that night. And in the most subtle manner possible, he surprised her. He said something to ruin it. She held her head in her hands for the longest time as he sat by her side, watching his words sink within her. After what seemed like eternity, she asked him to leave her and never return. He obeyed quietly.
I can't live if you're not happy, I can't live if you cry, But I can live without you if it makes you smile.
