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metal heart ㅤ·ㅤ cat power

• metal heart, you're not hiding / metal heart, you're not worth a thing

sky blue skin ㅤ·ㅤ jeff buckley

• chances are you wouldn't even recognize the man i am now
• the knife wanders through me so slow / it cuts between us as we grow

in the end ㅤ·ㅤ the cranberries

• ain't it strange / when everything you dreamt of / was nothing that you dreamt of / in the end

new world ㅤ·ㅤ tindersticks

• maybe i was crawling, everything moved past me slow / thought it was just the world sliding

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• The moment I try to put a feeling into words they become slightly untrue. Nothing speaks the real language of my heart. I lie to myself as I try to understand, externalize what is so intimately, deeply internal. I wonder if my mind will ever decipher the feelings that write themselves poetry in my body.
• Sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof that you’ve been ruined.

On life

• It may be wiser to try to cre­ate the place you want to live, rather than to keep try­ing to find it.
• The path isn’t a straight line; it’s a spiral. You continually come back to things you thought you understood and see deeper truths.
• Instructions for living a life: Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.
• The privilege of a lifetime is to become who you truly are.
• I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world.
• But how could you live and have no story to tell?
• I suspect we only fear age when we live a fast life of chasing, chasing, chasing. When we live a life of wonder, aging becomes a beat along the rhythms of nature.
• But how could you live and have no story to tell?

On love

• It is as if, oddly, you were waiting for someone but you didn’t know who they were until they arrived. Whether or not you were aware that there was something missing in your life, you will be when you meet the person you want. What psychoanalysis will add to this love story is that the person you fall in love with really is the man or woman of your dreams; that you have dreamed them up before you met them; not out of nothing — nothing comes of nothing — but out of prior experience, both real and wished for. You recognize them with such certainty because you already, in a certain sense, know them; and because you have quite literally been expecting them, you feel as though you have known them for ever, and yet, at the same time, they are quite foreign to you. They are familiar foreign bodies.
• Love is not about merging. It's a noble calling for the individual to ripen. To differentiate. To become a world in oneself, in response to another.

On technology

• All these companies prey on the same anxiety: The internet is constantly shifting; will your memories—in the form of writing, images, or anything else—survive the demise of the sites that host them? ... In other words, you can't trust corporations to be good caretakers of your content; but the solution is not to stop sharing it freely with corporations, but to seek out third party memento-making services. All of these services feed off the angst over the future of this content without prompting users to consider its present form, who owns it, and what is being done with it.