Yes it is weird to think that you will never feel further than your nerve endings. And never see further than the end of the horizon. But both you and I know the best love letters lack form or shape. The sad smile across the canapés, the tightened grip of your hand, to keep the panic attack at bay.
Would you love me if I was black? would you love me if I was gay or put a knife in my back? I didn’t ask to be who I am, but I’m here and here I stand
If you can’t stand the heat, get out of the kitchen
Harry S Truman
Back in 2005, it seemed like everyone wanted to know what or who was inside that damn hatch. Even people who didn’t watch LOST. Those kinds of moments, from those kinds of shows, seem to be increasingly rare in today’s fragmented, niche-oriented, target-market media environment. But never say never again. I once thought I’d never get another geeky enterprise as daring and engrossing — and popular — as The X-Files. Yet the truth was out there — waiting to be found on a trippy tropical island. Now take me somewhere else.
Jeff Jensen, “The next LOST shouldn’t be anything like LOST” for EW (via fuckyeahlost)
You’re my Sunday, make my Monday come alive
Just like Tuesday, you’re a new day, wakes me up
Wednesday’s raining, Thursday’s yearning Friday nights
Then it all ends at the weekend, you’re my star
