Why do I get the feeling everything’s about to cave in again?
This aching in the pit of my stomach is too familiar.
Predictable day was predictable.
I wish everyone could just be happy being sober.
Waiting for something to come along and break me out of this unhappiness is probably not the best strategy.
Love this song, love this cover, somewhat relevant, etc.
“I can stick to anyone
At least for a little while
A caffeinated stream of cartoon smiles
And conversations sharp and deep
A tempting sample of who I could be
Without the broken glass that’s waiting underneath
So I’d walk soft if I were you
You could cut up your feet
For now it’s just what I am
But it’s not what I’ll be, oh hopefully.
See I’m in love with everyone
Every sweetheart on the scene
Each set of cheekbones that’ll flare past me
I’m not saying that it’s right
And I’m not saying it’s a life
I’m just saying it’s where I’m at tonight.
Oh, I could be with anyone.”
Do not put your hope in one person, but in many.
There isn’t enough of anything as long as we live. But at intervals a sweetness appears and, given a chance, prevails.” -Raymond Carver
—Carver said a lot of things better than I probably ever will. My two cents: Please notice when that sweetness appears, and revel in it. Take hold of it. Hang on for dear life.
I just want you to understand,
That love is only a type of greed,
Of equal portions, want and need,
And you cannot divorce the two.
—Ben Gibbard in ”Broken Yolk On Western Sky”
