these are not my people I should never have come here

Saturday, June 12, 2010

because the people who want to change the world are usually the people that do

"This is all normal. there's not a lot to say during breakfast. i mean, you just woke up, you know? nothing has happened. if neither person had an especially weird dream and nobody burned the toast, breakfast is just the time for chewing cocoa puffs and/or wishing you were still asleep. but we've been convinced NOT to think like that silence is only suppose to happen as a manifestation of supreme actualization, where both parties are so at peace with their emotional connection that it cannot be expressed through the rudimentry tools of the lxicon; otherwise, silence is proof that the magic is gone and the relationship is over (hense the phrase; "we just don't talk anymore"). -From the book Drugs, Sex and Cocoa Puffs

"we ride the bus there and pay the bus fare or we find a new reason, a new way of living, and we breath it in and try to dream again" -the cloud room

"Sometimes, when we lose ourselves in fear and despair, in routine and constancy, in hopelessness and tragedy, we can thank God for Bavarian sugar cookies. And, fortunately, when there aren't any cookies, we can still find reassurance in a familiar hand on our skin, or a kind and loving gesture, or subtle encouragement, or a loving embrace, or an offer of comfort, not to mention hospital gurneys and nose plugs, an uneaten Danish, soft-spoken secrets, and Fender Stratocasters, and maybe the occasional piece of fiction." -Stranger Than Fiction

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