“People singing along to our songs is one of the most important parts of the show. Rather than being this dividing line in between the band and the audience, what we’ve learned over the years is that if there’s this sense of community (…) everyone is going to have a better time. I think everyone’s part of the show, the way we’ve designed it and all of these little tricks we’ve picked up and invented along the way, it just makes people walk away from the show just really happy. It’s as easy as it sounds, it’s all about the communal experience really, it’s just an amazing feeling.” -Guy Berryman
LOST (September 22, 2004 - May 23, 2010)
“This is a place that you… that you all made together so that you could find one another.The most important part of your life was the time that you spent with these people on that island. That’s why all of you are here. Nobody does it alone, Jack. You needed all of them, and they needed you.”
YOU GO TO THE CORNER AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU JUST DID TO ME
everyone needs this on their blog. everyone.
I’m a good person but a shitty writer. You’re a shitty person but a good writer. We’d make a good team. I don’t want to ask you any favors, but if you have time—and from what I saw, you have plenty—I was wondering if you could write a eulogy for Hazel. I’ve got notes and everything, but if you could just make it into a coherent whole or whatever? Or even just tell me what I should say differently.
Here’s the thing about Hazel: Almost everyone is obsessed with leaving a mark upon the world. Bequeathing a legacy. Outlasting death. We all want to be remembered. I do, too. That’s what bothers me most, is being another unremembered casualty in the ancient and inglorious war against disease.
I want to leave a mark.
But Van Houten: The marks humans leave are too often scars. You build a hideous minimall or start a coup or try to become a rock star and you think, “They’ll remember me now,” but (a) they don’t remember you, and (b) all you leave behind are more scars. Your coup becomes a dictatorship. Your minimall becomes a lesion.
(Okay, maybe I’m not such a shitty writer. But I can’t pull my ideas together, Van Houten. My thoughts are stars I can’t fathom into constellations.)
i think life is about listening to music that gives you goosebumps, closing your eyes & letting the sun shine on your face, recognising the smell of grass and rain soaked asphalt and your mum’s perfume, wrapping your arms around people and burying them into your chest until they’re only breathing in love, seeing new places and learning new things. really, learning and learning and learning until you don’t feel like judging anyone for anything.
So a quick summary: here you have Klaus Mikaelson and Caroline Forbes…and they’re basically married.