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there, among the shacks, is your home. stay. have a drink. forever.

“are other people a burden to you when they ask for help?” “no, of course not, but-” “then why would you think that you would be one?”

i think i'm ready to be here, i wanna be found

“let me live vicariously through you?”

i know, i know this (i know, i know), there is beauty in the way of things

“one last thing, who's the better pilot, you or me?” “this is a nice moment, let's not ruin it.”

after life – death; after death – life again. after the world – the pale; after the pale – the world again.

i was a birdcage, and you were meant to fly

“go back, sam. i'm going to mordor alone.” “of course you are. and i'm coming with you.”

i can't remember, it's all a blur, the person you are and the person you were

i forgive you, forget me

did the real me corrupt the fantasy? did i spoil the view?

“i think i lo-” “you do, dumbass. you love him more than anything in the world”

look to the sky, where the sign will be shown heaven and earth and the king on his throne

i'll make a hundred paper planes to decorate our tiny room

oh, let the land come at you, love with all its sand and sin, a-singing a song you once knew well's begun, run until your lungs are numb

i'll keep growing my hair out long, just to cover my eyes, and i'll keep playing that goddamn song if it keeps you alive

take a body to water, take a body to tundra, just take me with you as well

the navy needs maverick. the kid needs maverick. that's why i fought for you. that's why you're still here.

“they're all gone. i'm the only survivor. i'm left travelling on my own cause there's no one else.” “there's me.”

we had a pact. me and him. every star in the universe, we were going to see them all. but he was too busy burning them. i don't think she ever saw anything.

you know what's dangerous about you? it's not that you make people take risks, it's that you make them want to impress you. you make it so they don't want to let you down. you have no idea how dangerous you make people to themselves when you're around

i’m sorry for what i did to you.

“i let you get reckless.” “why? why shouldn't i be so reckless? you're reckless all the bloody time! why can't i be like you?”

promise me you will not spend so much time treading water and trying to keep your head above the waves that you forget, truly forget, how much you have always loved to swim.

but you're not special, you're evil you don't get to tell me to calm down you made me feel like an equal but i'm better than you, and you should know that by now

all the love, all the kindness, all your best-laid plans, couldn't stop me from becoming the way that i am

i cannot emphasise enough that my body is a badly designed, poorly put together vessel harbouring these diminishing, so called “vital” organs, hope my heart goes first, i hope my heart goes first

it was the raging storm of a foreign war and a face i'd seen before

i got out of the ocean for you.,

it doesn't feel too bad but it doesn't feel too good either, just like a nicotine patch, hardly works, then it's over

the talking heads count down the most heart-wrenching breakups of all time imagine the great sense of waste, the indignity, the embarrassment, when not a single one of that whole century was mine

after life – death; after death – life again. after the world – the pale; after the pale – the world again.

he's like fire and ice and rage. he's like the night and the storm in the heart of the sun. he's ancient and forever. he burns at the centre of time and can see the turn of the universe. and... he's wonderful.

and i'm still mad. how stupid is that? i'm angry at a dead person, and at myself because i forgave her for everything, and it wasn't enough. i wasn't enough.

we fake our concern, and speak softly as the surgeon tells wife to cancel her plans

you don’t get to send men to the moon anymore unless their job is to bow down before her and apologize for the sins of the earth.

and all you can hear is the sound of your own heart, and you can feel is your lungs flood, and the blood course

“what does it mean? a generator here?” “i don’t know. i am not a philosopher.”

i'll keep growing my hair out long, just to cover my eyes, and i'll keep playing that goddamn song if it keeps you alive

i get mean when i'm nervous like a bad dog

maybe that’s what it’s all about we keep fixing what we know is only bound to break

you left me alone for ten years! don’t tell me i can’t be angry!

absence makes the heart grow fonder, fondness makes the absence longer, length loses my interest, i'm a realist, i'm insatiable

take a body to water, take a body to tundra, just take me with you as well

gather the soldiers, the heir to enfold crown him and give him a sceptre to hold

don’t break the bottle don’t waste your blessings on me

“this world is enough.” it must be. this is the greatest and kindest arrangement the atoms had in them.

that thing you fear will coax you out of that unholy place all you’ve ever wanted is an escape

it doesn't feel too bad but it doesn't feel too good either, just like a nicotine patch, hardly works, then it's over