holiday, guy.

I'm so hot for a rich girl
My heels are high
My eyes cast low
And I don't know how to love
I get too tired after midday, lately
I take it out on my good friends
But the worst stays in
Or where would I begin?
My office glows all night long
It's a nuclear show and the stars are gone
Elevator, elevator
Take me home ♥

"Stop trying to control everything and just let go."

This is something i definitely need to remember.

"Why do you suppose the poets talk about hearts?" he asked me suddenly. "When they discuss emotional damage? The tissue of hearts is tough as a shoe. Did you ever sew up a heart?"

I shook my head. "No, but I've watched. I know what you mean." The walls of a heart are thick and strong, and the surgeons use heavy needles. It takes a good bit of strength, but it pulls together neatly. As much as anything it's like binding a book.

"The seat of human emotion should be the liver," Doc Homer said. "That would be an appropriate metaphor: we don't hold love in our hearts, we hold it in our livers."

I understand exactly. Once in ER I saw a woman who'd been stabbed everywhere, most severely in the liver. It's an organ with the consistency of layer upon layer of wet Kleenex. Every attempt at repair just opens new holes that tear and bleed. You try to close the wound with fresh wounds, and you try and you try and you don't give up until there's nothing left.

♥ Animal Dreams, by Barbara Kingsolver

Last night was fun. Didn`t turn out exactly how i wanted it to though. There`s only so much that i can do. I`m tired of waiting.

I'm weak
It's true
Cause I'm afraid to know the answer
Do you want me too?
Cause my heart keeps falling faster

I`m excited for tonight. I wonder what will happen, hopefully something. Something new and wonderful. But i kinda feel...bad? I don`t know. But it`s nothing serious anyway, just some fun and much needed excitment.