“It was a widely misinterpreted movie, I think…. People tend to say, “Why didn’t she end up with him? He was so nice!” But I think that he was really quite guilty of projecting a fantasy onto this girl that she didn’t necessarily deserve, and that, honestly, he was pretty wrapped up in his own selfish point of view… We’ve all been guilty of it. I’m sure I’ve done the same. And we all do it to one degree or another in every relationship. But it’s just funny to me, because I felt like the point of that movie was illuminating this guy who is basically delusional, who keeps projecting all these things onto this girl, and how that’s a problem for him, and how he then sort of grows out of it. But it seems like a lot of the people that see the movie don’t quite catch that. They just think he’s a great guy.”—
This town. Something about this town makes me sick. Nothing ever works and nothing ever lasts. Nothing ever weathers the storm of life and no one ever keeps up with me. Hopefully this hurricane destroys everything. This town is worth nothing, not even sunshine.
The bound spirit assumes a position, not for reasons, but out of habit; he is a Christian, for example, not because he had insight into the various religions and chose among them; he is an Englishman not because he decided for England; but rather, Christianity and England were givens, and he…
A Nervous Tic Motion Of The Head To The Left | Andrew Bird
We had survived to turn on the history channel and ask our esteemed panel ‘why are we alive?’ and here’s how they replied, ‘you’re what happens when two substances collide and by all accounts you really should’ve died…’
I’ve been feeling like this more and more lately. I feel like I put a lot of effort into special relationships with people which, henceforth have all crumbled and ended without a semblance of grace or glory. It seems that every time I commit to someone, they end up pushing me away without a second thought. I try my best to be a kind and sincere person and to put others above me but nothing is enough, no matter what I do, I always do something wrong and, at the end of the day, I sleep alone.
I’m not saying that I’ve never done anything wrong because I have. I’m only human and I make mistakes too but that does not change the fact that I have put everything I have into trying to find someone to love. That was all I wanted for a long time but I’m not sure if it is even worth trying anymore.
I have to arrange a brass quartet and although I’m giving it as much time as is humanly posable, I have yet to come up with anything satisfying. But what do I really have to complain about, I’m doing exactly what I want.
How is one to belong to anything but themselves? Isn’t the very definition of existence realizing and actualizing your belonging in your own sphere? without the belief that I belong to my self, I am nothing and no one. Why then do people try so hard to make me belong to the things that I use and the people that I love? I can never be bought or else I would no longer be me.