gone baby gone

poptheglock @ 2009-04-08T14:46:00

2009-04-08T18:47:58Z

"Fantasies have to be unrealistic. Because the minute- the second- that you get what you want, you don't- you can't- want it anymore. Living by your wants will never make you happy; what it means to be fully human is to strive to live by ideas and ideals and not to measure your life by what you ever attain in terms of your desires but those small moments of integrity, compassion, rationality, even self-sacrifice. This is what Pascal means when he says that we are only truly happy when daydreaming about future happiness." Kevin Spacey in The Life of David Gale

poptheglock @ 2009-03-26T23:28:00

2009-03-27T03:30:37Z

I have a dream, a song to sing. To help me cope with anything. If you see the wonder of a fairy tale. You can take the future even if you fail. I believe in angels. Something good in everything I see. I believe in angels, when I know the time is right for me. Ill cross the stream - I have a dream. I have a dream, a fantasy. To help me through reality. And my destination makes it worth the while. Pushing through the darkness still another mile.

poptheglock @ 2009-03-25T20:40:00

2009-03-26T00:40:40Z

"You’ll meet her, she’s very pretty, even though sometimes she’s sad for many days at a time. You’ll see, when she smiles, you’ll love her." — Pan’s Labyrinth

poptheglock @ 2009-03-24T19:08:00

2009-03-24T23:08:49Z

someday soon, she said

2009-03-24T03:12:29Z

poptheglock @ 2009-03-16T17:21:00

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poptheglock @ 2009-03-15T08:26:00

2009-03-15T12:27:04Z

You ever look a picture of yourself, and see a stranger in the background?. It makes you wonder how many strangers have pictures of you. How many moments of other peoples life have we been in. Were we a part of someone’s life when their dream came true or were we there when their dream died. Did we keep trying to get in? As if we were somehow destined to be there or did the shot take us by surprise. Just think, you could be a big part of someone else’s life, and not even know it.

i wish i had this. ha

2009-03-10T19:13:51Z

poptheglock @ 2009-03-09T23:15:00

2009-03-10T03:17:56Z

i'll tell you the worst of me, and give you the best of me

poptheglock @ 2009-03-07T23:30:00

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poptheglock @ 2009-03-05T20:54:00

2009-03-06T02:24:43Z

I'm so tired.

poptheglock @ 2009-03-03T06:30:00

2009-03-05T11:30:55Z

I have wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow I am still in love with life. This ridiculous weakness is perhaps one of our more stupid melancholy propensities, for is there anything more stupid than to be eager to go on carrying a burden which one would gladly throw away, to loathe one’s very being and yet to hold it fast, to fondle the snake that devours us until it has eaten our hearts away? — Voltaire

poptheglock @ 2009-03-02T23:50:00

2009-03-03T04:50:37Z

The days have been getting a little bit brighter.

poptheglock @ 2009-02-28T00:14:00

2009-02-28T05:15:09Z

Once upon a time, there was a king who ruled a great and glorious nation. Favourite amongst his subjects was the court painter of whom he was very proud. Everybody agreed this wizzened old man painted the greatest pictures in the whole kingdom and the king would spend hours gazing at them in wonder.

However, one day a dirty and disheveled stranger presented himself at the court claiming that in fact he was the greatest painter in the land. The king announced a competition would be held between the two artists, confident it would teach the stranger an embarrassing lesson. Within a month they were to produce a masterpiece that would out do the other.

After a month of working on their paintings they were ready. They placed their paintings, each hidden by a cloth, on easels in the great hall of the castle. As a large crowd gathered the king ordered that the cloth be removed from the first artists easel. Everyone gasped as their before them stood the most magnificent and breath taking oil painting of a table set with a feast. At its centre was a silver bowl full of exotic fruits that glistened moistly in the dawn light. As the crowd gazed at the painting, a sparrow swooped down to try and catch one of the grapes from the fruit bowl, only to hit off the canvas and fall on its feet in shock.

"AHA!" shouted the king. "My artist has produced a painting so wonderful it has fooled nature herself,surley u must agree that he is the greatest painter who ever lived!" But the stranger said nothing and just stared at his feet. "Now, pull the blanket from your painting u fool, and let us see what you have for us" cried the king. The stranger did nothing. Growing impatient, the king stepped forward to reach out and grab the blanket only to freeze.

"you see" said the stranger quietly, "there is no blanket covering my painting. This is actually just a painting of a blanket covering a painting. And whereas your famous artist is content to fool nature, i've made the king of the whole country look like a bit of a twat". - Banksy

poptheglock @ 2009-02-26T16:28:00

2009-02-26T21:31:47Z

And I act like a child and I'm insecure. And I'm filled with doubt and I'm immature. Sometimes it creeps up on me and before I know it I'm lost at sea. But no matter how far I row, I always find my way back home. But I don't know what I've been waiting for. But I know that I don't wanna wait anymore.

poptheglock @ 2009-02-26T01:58:00

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poptheglock @ 2009-02-25T14:30:00

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poptheglock @ 2009-02-25T00:01:00

2009-02-25T04:41:03Z

He remembered the time he had hooked one of a pair of marlin. The male fish always let the female fish feed first and the hooked fish, the female, made a wild, panic-stricken, despairing fight that soon exhausted her, and all the time the male had stayed with her, crossing the line and circling with her on the surface. He had stayed so close that the old man was afraid he would cut the line with his sharp tale which was sharp as a scythe and almost of that size and shape. When the old man had gaffed her and clubbed her, holding the rapier bill with its sandpaper edge and clubbing her across the top of her head until her colour turned to a colour almost like the backing of mirrors, and then, with the boy’s aid, hoisted her aboard, the male fish had stayed by the side of the boat. Then, while the old man was clearing the lines and preparing the harpoon, the male fish jumped high into the air beside the boat to see where the female was and then went down deep, his lavender wings, that were his pectoral fins, spread wide and all his lavender stripes showing. He was beautiful, the old man remembered, and he had stayed. That was the saddest thing I ever saw with them, the old man thought. — Ernest Hemmingway, The Old Man and the Sea

poptheglock @ 2009-02-24T21:08:00

2009-02-25T02:08:54Z

if you live to be 100, i hope i live to be 100 minus 1 day, so i never have to live without you.

2009-02-24T08:35:15Z

“If ever there is tomorrow when we're not together, there is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we're apart... I'll always be with you.” - Winnie the Pooh

poptheglock @ 2009-02-23T23:16:00

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poptheglock @ 2009-02-19T00:35:00

2009-02-19T05:36:04Z

You belong among the wildflowers. You belong in a boat out at sea. Sail away, kill off the hours. You belong somewhere you feel free. Run away, find you a lover. Go away somewhere all bright and new. I have seen no other who compares with you.

poptheglock @ 2009-02-18T11:45:00

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poptheglock @ 2009-02-18T23:10:00

2009-02-18T04:10:36Z

"You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book, or you take a trip, and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death." - Anais Nin

poptheglock @ 2009-02-17T06:04:00

2009-02-17T11:05:58Z

This made me smile. And smiles seem to be out-of-stock lately around here.
But I'm starting to pull myself together and I'm feeling much better. :)