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Dear Kevin,
I need to say goodbye to someone I care about. Someone who is still here. So I’m saying it to you. You were good to me Kevin, and sometimes when we were together, I remembered who I used to be before everything changed. But I was pretending. Pretending as if I hadn’t lost everything. I want to believe it can all go back to the way it was. I want to believe that I’m not surrounded by the abandoned ruin of a dead civilization. I want to believe it’s still possible to get close to someone, but it’s easier not to. It’s easier because I’m a coward, and I couldn’t take the pain. Not again. I know that’s not fair, Kevin. You’ve lost so much, too, and you’re strong. You’re still here, but I can’t be, not anymore. I tried to get better, Kevin. I didn’t want to feel this way, so I took a shortcut, but it led me right back home. And do you know what I found when I got there? I found them, Kevin, right where I left them. Right where they left me. It took me three years to accept the truth, but now I know there’s no going back, no fixing it. I’m beyond repair. Maybe we’re all beyond repair. I can’t go on the way I’m living, but I don’t have the power to die. But I have to move towards something, anything. I’m not sure where I’m going, just away, away from all this. I think about a place where nobody will know what happened to me, but then I worry I’ll forget them. I don’t ever want to forget them. I can’t. They were my family. I think I loved you Kevin. Maybe you loved me to. I wish I could say this to you instead of writing it. I wish I could see you one last time to thank you and wish you well and tell you how much you mean to me. But I can’t. Like I said, I’m a coward. So, wish me luck. I think I’m going to need it.
Love,
Nora

- Nora Durst
The Leftovers s01e10

Excerpt from Gogol's Government Inspector (version by David Harrower)

  • Khlestakov: Were you wanting anything from me?
  • Maria: Not really.
  • Klestakov: Where are you off to? Whither are you bound?
  • Maria: Nowhere. I don't know. I wasn't going anywhere.
  • Klestakov: A beautiful young lady like you should always be on her way somewhere. Why weren't you going anywhere? [...]
  • Maria: I don't want to disturb you. You're a very busy, important man.
  • Klestakov: Not that busy. Important, yes. But then I look in your eyes and suddenly nothing seems that important. You have disturbed me - I like that you've disturbed me. Your presence is a glorious disturbance.

All of old. Nothing else ever. Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.

- Samuel Beckett - “Worstward Ho

unbloss:

lepetitchatblanc:


best thing I’ve ever read

NEVER FORGET

holy shit

unbloss:

lepetitchatblanc:

best thing I’ve ever read

NEVER FORGET

holy shit

(Source: unusualize)

Aug 4

(Source: psych2go)

tastefullyoffensive:

"Some good advice I found in a bathroom." -raym0ndv2

tastefullyoffensive:

"Some good advice I found in a bathroom." -raym0ndv2

L’ame Immortelle - “1000 voices" (Echoes of a thousand voices remix by ASP)

Lyrics:

We purge your words of wisdom
With darkness at our side
Burning down your kingdom
To honour those who died

We never remain silent
When we’re ordered to
We’ll always be outspoken
In everything we do

With a thousand voices
We cry out our tears
Our solitude and anger
Our hopes and fears

For a thousand years from now
Our souls will echo on
In your hearts and minds
Although we are gone

Our open hearts bear wisdom
For everyone to see
To be a guiding light
For those in misery

We will wage this war forever
On each and every battleground
With every word and song
With every move and sound

With a thousand voices […]

For a thousand years from now […]

For a thousand years from now […]

Jul 7

If the whole world was blind, how many people would you impress?

- Boonaa Mohammed

  • Claudette Wyms: Should I be worried about you?
  • Dutch Wagenbach: Not about me. Maybe about the rest of humanity. Bunch of sociopathic little narcissists out for ourselves. Begging, stealing, lying, screwing, raping, killing our babies. Whatever it takes to have a good time and save our own asses. I can't even believe in an old woman who's too sick to feed herself... And it's not sad. It's not some big surprise... It's just nature. We're animals. Nothing more. And you know what? I'm learning to be okay with that.
  • - "Greenlit" - The Shield s02e05
Apr 7

L’ame Immortelle - “Es tut mir leid" (Grendel Remix)

Lyrics:

Viel zu viele Träume
Hab’ ich schon verloren.
Keine Spuren hinterlassen,
Als wär’ ich nie geboren.

Viel zu viele Jahre
Der Hoffnung hingegeben
Auf Moment der Erlösung,
Auf ein neues Leben.

Viel zu viele Male
Ausgestoßen, angespieen.
Mir bleibt kein and’rer Ausweg,
Als von hier zu fliehen.

Ich schweife durch die Nacht
Und bin zum letzten Schritt bereit.
Ich bin am Ende angelangt,
Ich kann nicht mehr, es tut mir leid!

Es tut mir leid…!
Es tut mir leid…!

Viel zu viele Worte
Haben mich zerstört,
Und jede Silbe
Hat mein Leid vermehrt.

Viel zu viele Schmerzen
Hab’ ich schon erlebt,
Um noch etwas zu fühlen,
Das mein Herz erhebt.

Viel zu viele Male
Ausgestoßen, angespieen.
Mir bleibt kein and’rer Ausweg,
Als von hier zu fliehen.

Ich schweife durch die Nacht
Und bin zum letzten Schritt bereit.
Ich bin am Ende angelangt,
Ich kann nicht mehr, es tut mir leid!

Es tut mir leid…!
Es tut mir leid…!

Was gesagt ist, ist gesagt.
Was geschehen ist, ist geschehen .
Die Welt dreht sich trotzdem weiter,
Sie wird sich immer weiter drehen.

(English translation via http://lyricstranslate.com/en/es-tut-mir-leid-im-sorry.html-0)

I’m sorry

Far too many dreams
have I already lost,
no trails left behind,
as though I were never born

Far too many years
devoted to the hope
of the moment of salvation
of a new life

Far too many times
discarded, spat at,
I have no other escape
but to flee from here

I sweep through the night,
and am prepared for the last step,
I have arrived at the end,
I can’t go on anymore, I’m sorry!

I’m sorry…!
I’m sorry…!

Far too many words
have destroyed me,
and every syllable
increased my sorrow.

Far too many pains
have I already lived through,
in order to feel something more,
that my heart soars.

Far too many times
discarded, spat at,
I have no other escape
but to flee from here

I sweep through the night,
and am prepared for the last step,
I have arrived at the end,
I can’t go on anymore, I’m sorry!

I’m sorry…!
I’m sorry…!

What’s said is said
What’s done is done
The world nonetheless turns,
it will always keep turning.