“You know, in all seriousness: everyone got hurt on this movie, everyone was scarred, everyone went through a little bit of physical kind of pain. But if you’re talking about something life-changing… something huge, you know, something that really had a deep effect on all of us - not only the person it happened to, but the crew and most of the Western hemisphere - Orlando breaking his rib was huge.”
Oh Dominic. “My spleen has been ostracised.”
You imitate the cutie patootie fantastically.
“”Coggan,” [Mister Everdene] said, “I could never wish for a handsomer woman than I’ve got, but feeling she’s ticketed as my lawful wife, I can’t help my wicked heart wandering, do what I will.” But at last I believe he cured it by making her take off her wedding-ring and calling her by her maiden name as they sat together after the shop was shut, and so ‘a would get to fancy she was only his sweetheart, and not married to him at all. And as soon as he could thoroughly fancy he was doing wrong and committing the seventh, ‘a got to like her as well as ever, and they lived on a perfect picture of mutel love.”
I used to cry a lot at night. I don’t anymore.
I don’t think people grow up and just stop grieving.
Maybe we all learn different ways to grieve.
1) We aren’t bad people. You weren’t a bad person. I wasn’t a bad person. We were just bad together. We turned each other into the bad people that we hated because we could not love both the other person and ourselves at the same time.
We were sad. We were lonely. We were angry.
We weren’t bad people.
2) I’ve heard a lot about people saying “growing up” comes with “waking up”.
I whine a lot about being the eldest. But I know if I were the younger one, I wouldn’t care what my elder sibling/ cousin/ friend did. I would still do my own thing. But what I do get is to watch those younger than me grow up.
And that makes me wake up.
You guys fight to get somewhere, to be somebody. There is so much pressure to get over negative feelings of stress and sadness and anger and loneliness and get what you want.
Well, I believe you will all get what you want.
The truth is, you will either get what you want, or you won’t. A roll of the dice, the flutter of a butterfly, the winds of chance…perhaps you will get it and perhaps you won’t and no one on earth can guarantee you one or the other. Even God, who knows what will happen will not tell you. He can just give you strength to get there.
I think it is because humanity, the universe and God knows that it doesn’t matter if you get what you want or not. It doesn’t matter if you are wallowing in sorrow or unbelievably blissful at every moment. It doesn’t matter if we become “somebody”.
Because at some point you will look back and say “Well, that was great, what now?” or “Well, that sucked, what now?”
And now is all that matters.
Paul Gilmartin, The Mental Illness Happy Hour (via olivia-ross)
this is exactly why I can never manage small talk.