For I have crossed the Rubicon
Let the bridge be burned behind me

1776, John Adams

Place no wreath upon my door,
when I walk this earth no more.
Don't be sad, be not afraid,
I'll be on my way, I'll be on my way.

Dig no grave for these bones,
write no words upon a stone.
The earth can't hold this soul of mine,
I'll be going home, I'll be going home.

--Balsam Range

You got a fast car
Is it fast enough so we can fly away?
We gotta make a decision
Leave tonight or live and die this way

And if we could float away
Fly up to the surface and just start again
And lift off before trouble
Just erodes us in the rain

Just erodes us in the rain
Just erodes us and see roses
In the rain

And I'll try to wrap my arms around the sea
Well I'll try to hold the surf back and the tide
Well I'm holding on to something that can't be
No matter how I try

And there's so much change
And the waves are breaking
And my heart had taken all she can
Come one day down to wash away
All those crumbling mansions on the sand

Anonymous wrote:She makes the Venus de Milo look like she's got no style. She make Sheena of the Jungle look meek and mild

This is one of my favorite song lyrics of all time and I think its so romantic. It reminds me so much of my DW. She's so beautiful and elegant, but so strong and tough.

I came here to write "God have mercy on the man, who doubts what he's sure of"

I've got a peaceful easy feeling
And I know you won't let me down
Cause I'm already standing on the ground

Eagles



If I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty, except for the memory
Of how they were answered by you

Jim Croce

Yea they’re sharing a drink loneliness, but it’s better than drinking alone… la da da di dahhh

"I can buy myself flowers"

“Talking is just masturbating without the mess” - our lady peace

“He toss my salad like his name is Romaine” - Nikki Minaj

It well may be
That we will never meet again
In this lifetime
So, let me say before we part
So much of me
Is made of what I learned from you
You'll be with me
Like a handprint on my heart
And now whatever way our stories end
I know you have rewritten mine
By being my friend

Wicked

I don't remember were we wild and young
All that's faded into memory
I feel like somebody I don't know
Are we really who we used to be
Am I really who I was

-Ryan Adams "Lucky Now"

why do we keep shrieking
when we mean soft things?
we should be whispering all the time

--100,000 fireflies, magnetic fields

Thought of another one

I believe in love and I live my life accordingly
But I choose to let the mystery be

Iris Dement - Let the Mystery Be