Very Hard To Do

Wake me up— WAKE ME UP INSIDE

(I can’t Wake up— WAKE ME UP INSIDE

if Gideon ever wants to talk about her mom, would John be like 'ah yeah, Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go' or 'do you wanna talk about Wake Me Up When September Ends?'

people are like "if you put crabs in a bucket they can't escape because they keep pulling each other back in, this is called crab bucket mentality and describes why people don't help each other" and never acknowledge that crabs do not naturally occur in buckets, a human with more power had to put them there

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Serial Experiment Lain (1998), Ryutaro Nakamura

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grief is so crazy like what if i forget what her laugh sounds like. does she know i loved her. i miss her so much. i catch myself doing things she used to do. i wish i could call her. i miss her so much. i do a crossword puzzle. i cry while washing the dishes. does she know i loved her? my heart feels like a hummingbird. i miss her so much. what if i forget what her laugh sounds like. what if i forget.

One prayer more will I make you, if you will grant it; let not my bones be laid apart from yours, Achilles, but with them; even as we were brought up together in your own home

The Iliad XXIII tr. S. Butler