Oh, how I absolutely love words. The constant changes words can manipulate itself into so many different forms, it amazes me.
The Other Side of a Mirror
Mary Coleridge
I sat before my glass one day,
And conjured up a vision bare,
Unlike the aspects glad and gay,
That erst were found reflected there -
The vision of a woman, wild
With more than womanly despair.
Her hair stood back on either side
A face bereft of loveliness.
It had no envy now to hide
What once no man on earth could guess.
It formed the thorny aureole
Of hard, unsanctified distress.
Her lips were open - not a sound
Came though the parted lines of red,
Whate'er it was, the hideous wound
In silence and secret bled.
No sigh relieved her speechless woe,
She had no voice to speak her dread.
And in her lurid eyes there shone
The dying flame of life's desire,
Made mad because its hope was gone,
And kindled at the leaping fire
Of jealousy and fierce revenge,
And strength that could not change nor tire.
Shade of a shadow in the glass,
O set the crystal surface free!
Pass - as the fairer visions pass -
Nor ever more return, to be
The ghost of a distracted hour,
That heard me whisper: - 'I am she!'
cannot friggin wait till exams are over before i troop to the library to borrow ALL of his works and indulge in some psychotic literature.
& also, some Neil Gaiman.
Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life … you give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like "maybe we should be just friends" or "how very perceptive" turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. Nothing should be able to do that. Especially not love. I hate love.
- Neil Gaiman (Rose Walker, in Sandman #65)
love love love his music sooo much!
but this song is soo sad managed to work out the lyrics!
what happened
after last summer
when we broke up
in september
i haven't seen you
feels like a long time
sometimes it still hurts
but i always get by
still got a piece of you
under my skin
it's always there no matter where i've been
(chorus)
so if i ever see you on the street
i will pretend i'll didn't see
and turn my face away
it'll be small talk anyway
cos if i look into your eyes
then i'll have say goodbye
and that'll break my heart
so I won't even start
no i won't even start.
i wish you love
and i wish you true
thats the best i can
do for you
cos you'll probably find love
in someone new
i have to let go
yet it's hard to do
so if i run into you
with your arm by his side
just to know that
it'll come just like a knife
(chorus)
so if i ever see you on the street
i'll pretend i didn't never see
and turn my face away
it'll be small talk anyway
cos if i look into your eyes
then i'll have say goodbye
and that'll break my heart
so I won't even start
no i won't even start.
i'll be okay
i'll be okay
oh that's what i'll say
so if i ever see you on the street
i'll pretend that i'll didn't see
and i'll turn my face
its small talk anyway
cos i ever look into your eyes
then i'll have to say goodbye
tt'll break my heart
so i wont even start
oh i won't even start
no i won't even start
This movie is reallyyyyy good.
Mmmhmm.
It never used to be so open before, for these political prisoners used to have to seek underground methods to give their speeches and share their stories in the past but now thanks to technological advances it's pretty amazing what we can learn from this
these political prisoners speak volumes for the part of history that was lost when they taught us social studies and singapore history back when we were in secondary school. we can continuously lament on what was censored from our young, impressionable minds when they were expounding propagandic issues to us.
hot hot hot stuff.
my dream is to save/earn enough money to buy a collection of his photograph and display around the house!
leighton meester's lips are damn hot, that all.
9nov is coming soon, where people will be celebrating "the festival of freedom" in lieu of the anniversary of the fall of the berlin wall in 1989
and this is sucha beautiful photograph taken by him (in nov 1989!)
one day, i'd like to speak with him. ask him to tell me about his experiences, his travels.
and how, how did he manage to find that courage to continue shooting photographs after photographs of sadness, destruction, death and poverty?
“The record is about becoming the hero of your own story by fighting against what opposes you, both within yourself and from other people and society. There is a deep spiritual unity that all people possess and once you let go of the sort of mind control you and others can place on yourself, you can tap into it, and it's like having superpowers. It can lead you through an adventure no matter who you are, how dark your past is, or how messed up of a person you think you are." - Max Bemis
Do Better
Say Anything
Lyrics
Life is not a spark in space
an episode of will and grace
controversial yet mundane
deborahs messing with your brain
even scientologists know theres more to all of this
search the ruins for trapped doors, wonder what you're put here for
simple as a hint of gas climbing nostrils as you pass
making harvards graduates feel childish when they laugh at it
climb the rungs to kingdom come, sour patch to acid tongue
are you opposed to having fun? you clentch the world between your buns
you could do better, you could do better, you could be the greatest man in the world. you could do better, you could do better, you could be the greatest man in the world.
your life is always the post of something else.. where is the present in the way that you present yourself? and it's discusting how little that you try, the existential equivalence of pink eye.
drink alone and watch tv youre expecting harmony,
statap your tune with silver spoons, and the loving pending doom.
guiding satans steady hand, forcing beatles to dispand.
it's ego freaks and drama queens, the young at heart know what I mean
you could do better, you could do better, you could be the greatest man in the world. you could do better, you could do better, you could be the greatest man in the world.
you could do better, better than that you're a fraud.
thank god you learned to keep your shirt on.
you could do better, you could do better, you could be the greatest man in the world.
you burn so brightly, you burn so brightly in the dark
you burn so brightly, you burn so, you burn so.
you could do better, you could do better, you could be the greatest man in the world
you could do better, you could do better, you could be the greatest man in the world
you could do better, better than that you're a fraud.
thank god you learned to keep your shirt on
you could do better, you could do better, you could be the greatest man in the world.
you could do better, you could do better, you could be the greatest man in the world
we could do better, we could do better, we could be the greatest band in the world.
Say Anything
Lyrics
Life is not a spark in space
an episode of will and grace
controversial yet mundane
deborahs messing with your brain
even scientologists know theres more to all of this
search the ruins for trapped doors, wonder what you're put here for
simple as a hint of gas climbing nostrils as you pass
making harvards graduates feel childish when they laugh at it
climb the rungs to kingdom come, sour patch to acid tongue
are you opposed to having fun? you clentch the world between your buns
you could do better, you could do better, you could be the greatest man in the world. you could do better, you could do better, you could be the greatest man in the world.
your life is always the post of something else.. where is the present in the way that you present yourself? and it's discusting how little that you try, the existential equivalence of pink eye.
drink alone and watch tv youre expecting harmony,
statap your tune with silver spoons, and the loving pending doom.
guiding satans steady hand, forcing beatles to dispand.
it's ego freaks and drama queens, the young at heart know what I mean
you could do better, you could do better, you could be the greatest man in the world. you could do better, you could do better, you could be the greatest man in the world.
you could do better, better than that you're a fraud.
thank god you learned to keep your shirt on.
you could do better, you could do better, you could be the greatest man in the world.
you burn so brightly, you burn so brightly in the dark
you burn so brightly, you burn so, you burn so.
you could do better, you could do better, you could be the greatest man in the world
you could do better, you could do better, you could be the greatest man in the world
you could do better, better than that you're a fraud.
thank god you learned to keep your shirt on
you could do better, you could do better, you could be the greatest man in the world.
you could do better, you could do better, you could be the greatest man in the world
we could do better, we could do better, we could be the greatest band in the world.
can't wait to watch this!
blair waldorf can sing!
idea of flash mobs always amazes me
from thoughts detained
“So love the people who treat you right, forget about the ones who don’t, and believe that everything happens for a reason. If you get a chance, take it. If it changes your life, let it. Nobody said that it’d be easy, they just promised it would be worth it. Eventually feels a lot better than actually.”
- Ellen Pompeo, Grey’s Anatomy
-Ryan Osterman
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!
***This is on a wall next to Michael Jackson's mausoleum (!!!)
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