I don't want to be the guy who's with the girl because he needs her. I want to be the guy who's with the girl because he wants her... And I want you.
Music is a mysterious thing... Sometimes, it makes people remember things that they do not expect. Many thoughts, feelings, memories... things almost forgotten... Regardless of whether the listener desires to remember them or not...
Long ago people would listen to this melody, just as we are doing now... At times they would have been cheered up... while at times they would have been made to cry...
I wake up every morning and reach for the morning paper. Then I read the obituary page. If my name is not there, I get up.
Oh he drove all his days just to hold one against her...
And then he rode to her house in the dead of the winter...
Why not me?
Currently I'm really into movies (old and new, of any genre, I'll even watch incredibly terrible movies). Into games- table top, console, PC. Music... I love music, a lot of different types of music, we can talk and compare, I do love finding out new music to love! so I guess this is a good chunk of what I'm about, I do frequent my computer so please feel free to drop me a line.
"Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation."
- Me... no, not really... Oscar Wilde said this...
Someone once told me: "When you want to sound profound, just quote something someone else said."
So I quoted them.
"Cool? Hmmm... I guess that's just the way I am, sorry."
You know... I'm not sure...
I'm a huge movie buff, to list favorites would put to shame the ones I'd forget to put on here.
I go in and out of phases in which I listen to a majority of a certain genre but all in all I really have a vast taste in music. If I haven't heard it and you recommend it, I would love to give it a listen.
As with many of the things I've listed I really am not a picky person... I love eating and trying new foods that I have not tried. Wouldn't mind randomly coming across a restaurant and giving it a try.
What questions on this site made me positive for the nerdy trait but negative to the literary trait.
Edit: This changed I am now spontaneous with an added negative of no ambition and not playful... Awesome.
Quotes. Stealing quotes.
"Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery - celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: “It’s not where you take things from - it’s where you take them to." - Juan... (It was actually Jim Jarmusch)
Two for mirth;
Three for a wedding,
Four for birth;
Five for silver,
Six for gold;
Seven for a secret,
Never to be told;
Eight for Heaven,
Nine for Hell,
And Ten for the devil's own sell...
Echos of past events
nudge the tiller on my present course
I await its reflection
in the future
Baby... I'm howlin' for you...
Puedo escribir los versos más tristes está noche.
Escribir, por ejemplo: «La noche esta estrellada,
y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos».
El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta.
Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Yo la quise, y a veces ella también me quiso.
En las noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos.
La besé tantas veces bajo el cielo infinito.
Ella me quiso, a veces yo también la quería.
Cómo no haber amado sus grandes ojos fijos.
Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Pensar que no la tengo. Sentir que la he perdido.
Oír la noche inmensa, más inmensa sin ella.
Y el verso cae al alma como al pasto el rocío.
Qué importa que mi amor no pudiera guardarla.
La noche está estrellada y ella no está conmigo.
Eso es todo. A lo lejos alguien canta. A lo lejos.
Mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.
Como para acercarla mi mirada la busca.
Mi corazón la busca, y ella no está conmigo.
La misma noche que hace blanquear los mismos árboles.
Nosotros, los de entonces, ya no somos los mismos.
Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero cuánto la quise.
Mi voz buscaba el viento para tocar su oído.
De otro. Será de otro. Como antes de mis besos.
Su voz, su cuerpo claro. Sus ojos infinitos.
Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero.
Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido.
Porque en noches como esta la tuve entre mis brazos,
mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.
Aunque éste sea el último dolor que ella me causa,
y éstos sean los últimos versos que yo le escribo.
You've ever piloted a gundam...
You knew Percy was the black knight all along...
You can tell me if its better to think you're paranoid or knowing you should be...
Can tell me your favorite Pokemon...
La luna te dijo donde voy...
You grasp the logistics of making one bottle of root beer...
You are or know an awakened being...
Have the #2 headband...
Taken the state alchemy test...
Mastered any Materia...
Had a 60,000,000$$ bounty on your head...
If I told you things I did before, told you how I used to be... would you go along with someone like me?
If you knew my story word for word, had all of my history... would you go along with someone like me?
Oh, and I guess If you want to?...
Especially if you went through the trouble of reading the whole profile... Double-especially if anything I wrote deeply resonates within you.