Stud + Stud Finder

Summer: You have to find the stud.
Seth: You mean like you did, Summer?
Summer: Just get me the stud finder.
Seth: Oh Summer. I think you ARE the stud finder.

The O.C. 1.24 - “The Proposal”

it just sounds so absurd to say that you want me

Bethany Joy Galeotti - Honestly

Honestly I didn't mean to cry so hard
The heartache was pouring in like rain
I didn't mean to show I care

Honestly I didn't mean to laugh so loud
But it just sounds so absurd to say that you want me
Say that you need me after everything you've done

Really
Truly I didn't mean to hurt you
I just thought that maybe now
We'd have better luck the second time around
It's always better the second time I hear

Find me in the evening when your ready to dance
And I will take you to the places
Where you never thought you'd have the chance to love
Love
Love is all we have
I will run myself in circles here without you

Please believe that I tried my best to forget you
But the memories keep flooding back like tears
I didn't mean to fall in love

But sitting here waiting for this is torture
I'm so glad you're far away
Is that a terrible thing to say
Well I wonder if you're okay

Find me in the evening when your ready to dance
And I will take you to the places
Where you never thought you'd have the chance to love
Love
Love is all we have
I will run myself in circles here without you

Oh
I would run myself in circles here without you
Oh
I've tried and tried and I can't hide from your love
Darling it's too late to show me your intentions

You know we've got to find a way to get past all the implications
Every situation
Every complication that we've come from
Love is all we have
I will run myself in circles here without you

Darling love
Love
Love is all we have
I will run myself in circles here without you

Lax

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Comptine d'Un Autre Été

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Comptine d'Un Autre Été by Yann Tiersen

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oh no, I am not one of them

you may not believe it
but there are people
who go through life with
very little
friction or
distress.
they dress well, eat
well, sleep well.
they are contented with
their family
life.
they have moments of
grief
but all in all
they are undisturbed
and often feel
very good.
and when they die
it is an easy
death, usually in their
sleep.

you may not believe
it
but such people do
exist.

but i am not one of
them.
oh no, I am not one of them,
I am not even near
to being
one of
them.
but they
are there

and I am
here

— Charles Bukowski

I am the lost heart of a murderer

“I sit in the forest talking of death
which is monotonous:
though there are many ways of dying
there is only one death song,
the colour of mist:
it says Why Why I do not want revenge, I do not want expiation,
I only want to ask someone
how I was lost,
how I was lost I am the lost heart of a murderer
who has not yet killed,
who does not yet know he wishes
to kill.”

—	Margaret Atwood