The world is hard because you may wake up today but not tomorrow.
And yet no one will accept "fear of death and a futile existence" as a reasonable excuse to miss work.
quotes, lyrics, poems, passages and whatnot. a blog for unoriginal thoughts running around in Chel's head.
Wednesday, May 13, 2015
Monday, May 11, 2015
From a pink sticky note on my wall
There are lots of ways of being miserable,
but there's only one way of being comfortable,
and that is to stop running 'round after happiness.
but there's only one way of being comfortable,
and that is to stop running 'round after happiness.
Sunday, May 10, 2015
The Bastards Tied Me Down
You may continue to call it a breakup.
I will continue to call it an exorcism.
Wednesday, May 06, 2015
Bookworm
You think your pain and your heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the world
It was books that taught me the things that tormented me most were the very things that connected me with all the people who were alive, or had ever been alive.
but then you read.
It was books that taught me the things that tormented me most were the very things that connected me with all the people who were alive, or had ever been alive.
Thursday, April 30, 2015
Lemonade on a cool day
And I urge you to please notice when you are happy,
and exclaim or murmur or think at some point,
and exclaim or murmur or think at some point,
" If this isn't nice,
I don't know what is. "
Tuesday, April 28, 2015
Even Though I Don't Miss You
The space in my life I've designated for you seems to be much too big, and you seem to have a low to medium-level of interest in being there.
Monday, April 27, 2015
Possibly
Maybe it's condescending of me, and further damaging to you, to assume I had an impact on your wellbeing that warrants this kind of nighttime mania.
Sunday, April 19, 2015
Meeting Martians
I replied in our good old English tongue merely to convince him that neither of us could understand the other; but I noticed that when I smiled slightly on concluding, he did likewise. This fact, and the similar occurrence during my first talk with Tars Tarkas convinced me that we had at least something in common; the ability to smile, therefore to laugh...
Sunday, April 05, 2015
Honestly
Now, experts disagree.
Were we unhappy or sublime?
We’ll have to wait until the next time
an angel comes rapping at the door
to rejoice docently.
Were we unhappy or sublime?
We’ll have to wait until the next time
an angel comes rapping at the door
to rejoice docently.
(I know there’s a way to do this.)
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
Time-bomb
It was like a time-bomb set into motion;
we knew that we were destined to explode.
& if I have to pull you out of the wreckage,
you know I'm never gonna let you go—
Monday, March 16, 2015
Sunday, March 15, 2015
Friday, March 13, 2015
Monday, March 02, 2015
Grendel
"Why can't these creatures discover a little dignity?" I ask the sky. The sky says nothing, predictably. I make a face, uplift a defiant middle finger, and give an obscene little kick. The sky ignores me, forever unimpressed.
Sunday, March 01, 2015
Scarlet Pimpernel
A woman's heart is such a complex problem -- the owner thereof is often most incompetent to find the solution of this puzzle.
Saturday, February 28, 2015
Friday, February 27, 2015
A similar rule applies to cats
Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend.
Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read.
Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read.
Thursday, February 26, 2015
Thanks, Notepad++
Freedom of expression is like the air we breathe, we don't feel it, until people take it away from us.
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
Monday, February 23, 2015
Pulp Fiction and Pot Bellies
"You think guys would find that attractive?"
"I don't give a damn what men find attractive.
"I don't give a damn what men find attractive.
It's unfortunate what we find pleasing to the touch and pleasing to the eye is seldom the same."
Friday, February 20, 2015
Reminiscent of my grandpa's sentiments
Mrs. Sen glanced at Mr. Sen, who nodded.
Eliot's mother nodded, too, looking around the room. "And that's all ... in India?"
"Yes," Mrs. Sen replied. The mention of the word seemed to released something in her. She neatened the border of her sari where it rose diagonally across her chest. She, too, looked around the room, as if she noticed in the lampshades, in the teapot, in the shadows frozen on the carpet, something the rest of them could not. "Everything is there."
Eliot's mother nodded, too, looking around the room. "And that's all ... in India?"
"Yes," Mrs. Sen replied. The mention of the word seemed to released something in her. She neatened the border of her sari where it rose diagonally across her chest. She, too, looked around the room, as if she noticed in the lampshades, in the teapot, in the shadows frozen on the carpet, something the rest of them could not. "Everything is there."
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