spare me the sob stories please. That flimsy thing you call your recently deceased relationship which is supposedly crushing you now is nothing. Even if it is, its mild, mild lukewarm water. My nonchalance belies the pain I once felt before…. that was real, it was beyond real, it was me. And now its over. I drank from that cup of fire, it consumed everything within me, it destroyed all of me. Who’s the guy who flew too close to the sun? That greek guy? Anyway, that was me, I flew too close to the sun, I worshiped her as if she was my sun, blinded, I flew too high, too close, I let myself too close, and I burned and fell and died. That was me, not so eloquent I know, but its all truth.
“‘I Wanna Hold Your Hand.’ First single. fucking brilliant. Perhaps the most fucking brilliant song ever written. Because they nailed it. That’s what everyone wants. Not 24/7 hot wet sex. Not a marriage that lasts a hundred years. Not a Porsche or a blowjob or a million-dollar crib. No. They wanna hold your hand. They have such a feeling that they can’t hide. Every single successful song of the past fifty years can be traced back to ‘I Wanna Hold Your Hand.’ And every single successful love story has those unbearable and unbearably exciting moments of hand-holding. Trust me. I’ve thought a lot about this.”—Nick and Nora’s Infinite Playlist (via niceandnaive)