Remi Gaillard is hilarious!! This always makes me laugh…
mad world.
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying
Are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It’s a very, very
Mad World
Mad world
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what’s my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying
Are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It’s a very, very
Mad World
Mad World
Enlarging your world
Mad World.
<3
insomnia.
I was talking to my BFF on the phone last night, and at one point she asked me why I couldn’t sleep at night; I have been thinking about this ever since. What keeps me awake at night? The answer to that question, ironically, is preventing me from sleeping. Again. *Le-sigh*
When I read or hear the news, it is oftentimes very upsetting to me. Especially when there are horrible things happening to children. I will never forget the story about the two-week-old baby whose father became so angry that he beat her and broke her tiny leg…because she was crying while he was f-king around on MySpace. {oh god it kills me to think about it} I wanted SO badly to get in my car and drive across the country to bring this baby home w/ me. Children are just so innocent. They didn’t ask to be born. But you know what disturbed me the most about this story? The neighbors had heard the father screaming at his newborn baby for days….and did nothing. Nothing.
I remember talking to my mother about this, and was appalled at her reaction, which was essentially that she probably wouldn’t have done anything either – for fear of being viewed as a nosy neighbor, etc. It was impossible for me to hide my disgust at that statement. Could not conceive of it. If nothing else – when they heard the father screaming, losing control – why didn’t somebody offer to help? Check in on them? No one…not a soul, and this precious baby was unable to defend herself or run away from the man hurting her. Every witness to her father’s rage simply looked the other way. How do people become so detached? I hope to never find out.
And so, my mind tries to make sense of things as the clock ticks on, through the night and into the morning, when the routines and white noise of the day create a blissful distraction.
<3
let me sign.
broken she,
has her arms twisted, she’s pointed at me
i’ll stand but i ain’t coming
over as she
spoke with a voice that
struck up to the sky
she said walk on over
bittersweet
i will wrap you in my arms
and she said, “let me sign”
“let me sign”
tear you apart.
Got a big plan, this mindset, maybe it’s right
At the right place and right time, maybe tonight
And the whisper or handshake sending a sign
Want to make out and kiss hard, wait, nevermind
Late night in passing, mention it flip to her best friend
Who knows, saying maybe it slipped
But the slip turns to terror and a crush to light
Then she walked in, he froze up, believe it’s the fright
It’s cute in a way, until you cannot speak
And you leave to have a cigarette, your knees get weak
An escape is just a nod and a casual wave
Obsessed about it, heavy for the next two days
It’s only just a crush, it’ll go away
It’s just like all the others, it’ll go away
Or maybe this is danger and he just don’t know
You pray it all away but it continues to grow
I want to hold you close
Skin pressed against me tight
Lie still, and close your eyes, girl
So lovely, it feels so right
I want to hold you close
Soft breath, beating heart
As I whisper in your ear
I want to fucking tear you apart
Then he walked up and told her, thinking maybe it’d pass
And they talked and looked away a lot, doing the dance
Her hand brushed up against his, she left it there
Told him how she felt and then they locked in a stare
They took a step back, thought about it, what should they do?
Because there’s always repercussions when you’re dating in school
But their lips met, and reservations started to pass
Whether this was just an evening or a thing that would last
Either way he wanted her and this was bad
He wanted to do things to her, it was making him crazy
Now a little crush turned into a like
And now he wants to grab her by the hair and tell her
I want to hold you close
Skin pressed against me tight
Lie still, and close your eyes, girl
So lovely, it feels so right
I want to hold you close
Soft breath, beating heart
As I whisper in your ear
I want to fucking tear you apart
I want to hold you close
Skin pressed against me tight
Lie still, and close your eyes, girl
So lovely, it feels so right
I want to hold you close
Soft breath, beating heart
As I whisper in your ear
I want to fucking tear you apart
I want to hold you close
Skin pressed against me tight
Lie still, and close your eyes, girl
So lovely, it feels so right
I want to hold you close
Soft breath, beating heart
As I whisper in your ear
I want to fucking tear you apart
-Tear You Apart, She Wants Revenge
dream a little dream of me.
I have loved this movie since junior high. Still watch it.
- Bobby Keller: Heh… that’s how I laugh… Heh! Dinger: What the Hell is Heh? Why can’t you laugh like a man?
- Dinger: School’s that way, ….Yonder!
- Dinger: What time is it? [looks down at wrist] Why did I look at my wrist? I don’t have a watch, I never had a watch.
- Dinger: Why am I running? I have… a broken… leg.
- Bobby: Okay, uh my parents don’t even talk to me. Dinger: Yeah, well at least your mom didn’t run over your leg in her Volvo, right? Mine did.
- Bobby: Yeah, but see my mom doesn’t go into spazticated seizures every once and again. Dinger: That’s rude mister.
