People aren't really as bad as they seem to be. I guess as a teenager, one's outlook is really rosy, and so expectations are really high, and then after a series of incidents one's expectations plummet. And then here I am now, thinking that people aren't really that bad after all. Generally, most people want to make a positive effect on other people. It's not all backstabbing and selfishness and bleakness.
It's all about expectations. Just keep them low.
"The world is not a wish-granting factory."
Friday, September 26, 2014
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Now my heart is gold, my feet are right
And I'm racing out on the desert plains all night
Oh my gosh this is a lovely lovely song. It was the perfect song to play in the most recent Spiderman movie, when they met each other and they were standing across each other on the street :D I remember the moment when I was in the cinema, and this song played, and then I felt this warm fuzzy feeling all over. I don't think I'll forget it. I would even go so far as to say that I want this song played at my wedding, just that the lyrics are a little sad and dark. Maybe at my funeral. Aw man, why so morbid, I want to listen to this song whenever I feel like it, like now. I don't know if I'll even know what goes on at my own funeral.
And I'm racing out on the desert plains all night
Oh my gosh this is a lovely lovely song. It was the perfect song to play in the most recent Spiderman movie, when they met each other and they were standing across each other on the street :D I remember the moment when I was in the cinema, and this song played, and then I felt this warm fuzzy feeling all over. I don't think I'll forget it. I would even go so far as to say that I want this song played at my wedding, just that the lyrics are a little sad and dark. Maybe at my funeral. Aw man, why so morbid, I want to listen to this song whenever I feel like it, like now. I don't know if I'll even know what goes on at my own funeral.
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