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Watching this, HOUSE BY THE CEMETERY, but only because I bought this poster, for no particular reason.
“Just when you think you’ve got it all worked out, that’s probably when they’ll put you in the ground…”
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If this song doesn’t make you tear up, then congratulations on being a robot.
love writes a letter, and sends it to hate:
“my vacation’s ending, i’m coming home late.
the weather was fine and the ocean was great,
and i can’t wait to see you again!”hate reads the letter and throws it away.
“no one here cares if you go or you stay.
i barely even noticed that you were away.
i’ll see you or i won’t; whatever.”love sings a song as she sails through the sky.
the water looks bluer through her pretty eyes.
everyone knows it whenever she flies,
and also, when she comes down.hate keeps his head up and walks through the streets.
every stranger and drifter he greets,
and shakes hands with every loner he meets
with a serious look on his face.love arrives safely with suitcase in tow,
carrying with her the good things we know:
a reason to live, and a reason to grow,
to trust, and to hold, and to care.hate sits alone on the hood of his car.
without much regard for the moon or the stars,
lazily killing the last of a jar
of the strongest stuff you can drink.love takes a taxi; a young man drives.
as soon as he sees her, hope fills his eyes.
tears follow after at the end of the ride
‘cause he might never see her again.hate gets home lucky to still be alive.
he screams o’er the sidewalk, and into the drive.
the clock in the kitchen says 2:55,
and the clock in the kitchen is slow.love has been waiting, patient and kind.
just wanting a phone call, or some kind of sign.
that the one that she cares for, who was out of his mind,
will make it back safe to her arms.so, hate stumbles forward, and leans in the door.
weary head hung down, eyes to the floor.
he says “love, i’m sorry.”
and she says, “what for?i’m yours and that’s it, whatever.
i should not have been gone for so long.
i’m yours, and that’s it, forever.
you’re mine and that’s it, forever.”-“the ballad of love and hate” by the avett brothers.
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Sometimes I just get I uncontrollably sad, and I try to hide it, but we all know it’s there. Now is one of those times.
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The Avengers according to Tony Stark.
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