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There's this story, it's not true, but in many ways it's already happened.
Because you see, once upon a time, there was a man, and there was a woman, and they were both in love.
And well, one day, this man came down with a disease, and started dying.
And the most painful thing for him, you see, wasn't that he was dying, but to have to watch his wife watch him die. And have to watch her cry every night.
So the man started trying his best to make her hate him, and at first it just made her want to care more for him, but eventually, he managed to push her away completely.
So she walked away, and well, she's happy now, and that's all that matters. There is beauty on this planet, not much, but there is beauty here. And what right do we have to try and trap that beauty for the simple reason that it makes us happy?
And that's what the man thinks about when he's lonely. That's what the man will say to himself when he's down.
We have no right to be selfish, when others simply are not happy.
With every breath he takes, he becomes a little closer to death.
And the greatest of gifts are never truly realised.
And there's no such thing as a happy ending.
Only pure realistation. Regret so pure, regret that burns so hard it kills you.
But we remain to be selfless.
I've never been one for enjoying guilt.
Because you see, once upon a time, there was a man, and there was a woman, and they were both in love.
And well, one day, this man came down with a disease, and started dying.
And the most painful thing for him, you see, wasn't that he was dying, but to have to watch his wife watch him die. And have to watch her cry every night.
So the man started trying his best to make her hate him, and at first it just made her want to care more for him, but eventually, he managed to push her away completely.
So she walked away, and well, she's happy now, and that's all that matters. There is beauty on this planet, not much, but there is beauty here. And what right do we have to try and trap that beauty for the simple reason that it makes us happy?
And that's what the man thinks about when he's lonely. That's what the man will say to himself when he's down.
We have no right to be selfish, when others simply are not happy.
With every breath he takes, he becomes a little closer to death.
And the greatest of gifts are never truly realised.
And there's no such thing as a happy ending.
Only pure realistation. Regret so pure, regret that burns so hard it kills you.
But we remain to be selfless.
I've never been one for enjoying guilt.
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There's this story, it's not true, but in many ways it's already happened.
Because you see, once upon a time, there was a man, and there was a woman, and they were both in love.
And well, one day, this man came down with a disease, and started dying.
And the most painful thing for him, you see, wasn't that he was dying, but to have to watch his wife watch him die. And have to watch her cry every night.
So the man started trying his best to make her hate him, and at first it just made her want to care more for him, but eventually, he managed to push her away completely.
So she walked away, and well, she's happy now, and that's all that matters. There is beauty on this planet, not much, but there is beauty here. And what right do we have to try and trap that beauty for the simple reason that it makes us happy?
And that's what the man thinks about when he's lonely. That's what the man will say to himself when he's down.
We have no right to be selfish, when others simply are not happy.
With every breath he takes, he becomes a little closer to death.
And the greatest of gifts are never truly realised.
And there's no such thing as a happy ending.
Only pure realistation. Regret so pure, regret that burns so hard it kills you.
But we remain to be selfless.
I've never been one for enjoying guilt.
Because you see, once upon a time, there was a man, and there was a woman, and they were both in love.
And well, one day, this man came down with a disease, and started dying.
And the most painful thing for him, you see, wasn't that he was dying, but to have to watch his wife watch him die. And have to watch her cry every night.
So the man started trying his best to make her hate him, and at first it just made her want to care more for him, but eventually, he managed to push her away completely.
So she walked away, and well, she's happy now, and that's all that matters. There is beauty on this planet, not much, but there is beauty here. And what right do we have to try and trap that beauty for the simple reason that it makes us happy?
And that's what the man thinks about when he's lonely. That's what the man will say to himself when he's down.
We have no right to be selfish, when others simply are not happy.
With every breath he takes, he becomes a little closer to death.
And the greatest of gifts are never truly realised.
And there's no such thing as a happy ending.
Only pure realistation. Regret so pure, regret that burns so hard it kills you.
But we remain to be selfless.
I've never been one for enjoying guilt.
Tale as old as time...
Ri...gh...t... Grix who gave you the Happy pills :Z
Mystique wrote:
> Tale as old as time...
You have NO idea how annoyed I am at the moment.
I want to download that song, but NO, stupid Celine Dion keeps singing it and not the teapot. I want the teapot, God damn it.
> Tale as old as time...
You have NO idea how annoyed I am at the moment.
I want to download that song, but NO, stupid Celine Dion keeps singing it and not the teapot. I want the teapot, God damn it.
Grix your words sound like those of Harry Dean Stanton at the end of Paris, Texas. Go buy it. It's long and a little slow but everything is engineered in such a way that the scene at the end is one of the most moving and heart-breakingly beautiful speeches I've ever seen.
Just remember that if you believe the Princess Bride, then Westley and Buttercup were truly in love. You could tell because they didn't say "I love you", they removed all notion of selfishness from the feeling by saying "As you wish". There love was true because it was entirely selfless. But it was also a fairytale. And real life isn't like that and can't be like that. I mean how many people wonder around saying "my name is Inigo Montoya!" and are friends with Giant Haystacks? It's horrible and bleak and depressing, but in reality no-one can be entirely selfless.
Just remember that if you believe the Princess Bride, then Westley and Buttercup were truly in love. You could tell because they didn't say "I love you", they removed all notion of selfishness from the feeling by saying "As you wish". There love was true because it was entirely selfless. But it was also a fairytale. And real life isn't like that and can't be like that. I mean how many people wonder around saying "my name is Inigo Montoya!" and are friends with Giant Haystacks? It's horrible and bleak and depressing, but in reality no-one can be entirely selfless.
Well, just searched play, couldn't find it... I'll keep my memory peeled, or at least, I'll try. :0)
Thanks. Seriously, that's the best advice I've been given in a long while. Thank you.
Thanks. Seriously, that's the best advice I've been given in a long while. Thank you.
Look harder dammit :-)
http://www.playserver2.com/play247.asp (big gay space) ?page=title&r=R2&title=104882
It's not French by the way, nor is it poncy. And I want to tell you why the last scene is so beautiful but I don't want to spoil it either. It's only £7.99 you know...
http://www.playserver2.com/play247.asp (big gay space) ?page=title&r=R2&title=104882
It's not French by the way, nor is it poncy. And I want to tell you why the last scene is so beautiful but I don't want to spoil it either. It's only £7.99 you know...
Well, I did search for 'Paris, Paris'; which may explain it. :0)
Soulseek has it. I ran a check.
Loovely
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