Currently Reading We the Living By Ayn Rand see related

Regina Spektor makes better words than i do....

This is how it works
You're young until you're not
You love until you don't
You try until you can't
You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath

No, this is how it works
You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like
And try to love the things you took
And then you take that love you made
And stick it into some
Someone else's heart
Pumping someone else's blood
And walking arm in arm
You hope it don't get harmed
But even if it does
You'll just do it all again

You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first

Samson came to my bed
Told me that my hair was red
Told me I was beautiful and came into my bed
Oh I cut his hair myself one night
A pair of dull scissors in the yellow light
And he told me that I'd done alright
And kissed me 'til the mornin' light, the mornin' light
And he kissed me 'til the mornin' light


I never loved nobody fully
Always one foot on the ground
And by protecting my heart truly
I got lost in the sounds
I hear in my mind
All these voices
I hear in my mind all these words
I hear in my mind all this music

And it breaks my heart
And it breaks my heart
And it breaks my heart
It breaks my heart

And suppose I never met you
Suppose we never fell in love
Suppose I never ever let you kiss me so sweet and so soft
Suppose I never ever saw you
Suppose we never ever called
Suppose I kept on singing love songs just to break my own fall
Just to break my fall
Just to break my fall
Break my fall
Break my fall

All my friends say that of course its gonna get better

Currently Reading Lucy Sullivan Is Getting Married By Marian Keyes see related

An interesting take on suicide:

"I had toyed with the idea of suicide several times-most weekday mornings actually- and a long time ago I had realized how badly the modern apartment is equipped for the killing of oneself. Not a bottle of poison, not a noose, not a farm implement anywhere. But I shouldn't have been so negative- they do say where there's a will there's a way. But then again, if i hadn't been so negative, I wouldn't have wanted to kill myself, and the whole discussion would be moot anyway. I ran through the list of possibilities available to me. I could have taken an overdose of painkillers. But I was fairly sure that that didn't work, at least not for me, because a couple of times when I had a very bad hangover I had taken about twelve tablets and I didn't even feel sleepy, never mind like I was dying. The idea of being smothered with a pillow didn't seem to be too awful. Quite a nice, peaceful way to go, with the added advantage of not having to leave your bed to do it. But it was a little bit like synchronized swimming- rather pointless if you tried to do it on your own.....I could stay horizontal and contemplate doing myself in, although I knew that I didn't really want to kill myself at all- the taking of one's own life is unnatural. It is also an awful lot of trouble. It was ironic, really- you want to die because you can't be bothered to go on living- but then you're expected to get all energetic and move furniture and stand on chairs and hoist ropes and do complicated knots and attachthings to other things and kick stools from under you and mess around with hot baths and razor blades and extension cords and electrical appliances and weedkiller. Suicide was a complicated, demanding business, often involving visits to hardware shops."

Currently Reading Sushi for Beginners : A Novel (Keyes, Marian) By Marian Keyes see related

here is a beautiful depiction of motherhood. just for clarification, Clodagh is the mother and Molly is a 2 year old. Craig is Molly's older brother.

" 'I am very busy,' Clodagh acknowledged. 'Apart from a couple of hours when i go the gym, i never have a moment to myself. Mind you, it's all inconsequential stuff, changing clothes that've been puked on or having to watch Barney video after Barney video. Although,' she said with a glint in her eye, 'I've put and end to Barney.'

'How?'

'I've told Molly he is dead....tolde her he'd been knocked down by a truck.'

Ashling's smile faded. 'You didn't really?'

'I did, really,' Clodagh said smartly. 'I had quite enough of that big purple fucker and all those awful irritating brats, delivering morals and telling me how to live my life.'

'And was Molly upset?'

'She'll get over it. Shit happens. Am I right?'"

and then later....

"...I never have any adult conversation. Except with other mothers, and then it is all so competitive. you know the sort of thing- 'my Andrew is much more violent than your Craig.' Craig never hits anyone, while Andrew bloody Higgins is a junior Rambo. It's so humiliating!"

i happen to adhere strongly to Marian Keyes' philosophy on mothering.....at least she is honest.