Unfinished thoughts

Philosophy is overwhelmingly complicated, and the procedure depressingly slow.

Kidding, kidding, you love skylar

For as it happened, trouble was brewing near Edinburgh, and it would once again bring Gage and me together, far sooner than either of us could have predicted, and with unexpected consequences.

Loneliness is the poverty of self; solitude is the richness of self.

All the universe laboured to bring us together. The rest is up to us.

So this next song that we’re going to do is one that is about how maybe in our lives if we’ve ever been let down or things haven’t turned out the way that we wanted them to in relationships, how oftentimes we then kind of have this sort of phantom fear of like, tragedy. Of phantom tragedy, where you’re like, if you ever find something really great, or a situation that is solid, or a situation where your trust isn’t being broken, sometimes you have to deal with your demons from all those times that it didn’t work and you have to kind of stop yourself from thinking that the worst is always going to happen. And this is a song that kind of touches on, you know, anxiety, and just how to break patterns and cycles that aren’t healthy. Because we learn a lot in life, and some of the lessons are good and some of the habits are good and some of the habits are bad. And so it’s a song basically about having to unlearn some bad lessons that you learned in the past. This one is called The Archer.

I could tell he was just as scared to love as I, but we still both carelessly climbed into each other’s arms and before we knew it, love had found us.

Not everyone has access to me because I want peace more than attention.

My name is Fanya Kaplan. Today I shot Lenin. I did it on my own. I will not say from whom I obtained my revolver. I will give no details. I had resolved to kill Lenin long ago. I consider him a traitor to the Revolution.

Sometimes not telling people anything is a good thing.

The greatest invention since sliced bread is throwing sliced bread at people who say really mean things.

Sensitive people should be treasured. They love deeply and think deeply about life. They are loyal, honest, and true. The simple things often mean the most to them. They don’t need to change or harden. Their purity makes them who they are.

The roots of our thoughts and feelings are not here but in other worlds.

I met his eyes and said, “I killed the things that gave me this scar.” He smiled broadly, showing just a hint of fang. “What a lovely coincidence. So did I.”