
the smell of the cookies my dad made is emanating from the kitchen to a dangerous extent. sugar cookies will be my downfall one of these days. or rather just today. :P
so i called henry a curmudgeon today. i've got to admit, it was probably the best polysyllabic insult i'd used in awhile, but even i was not aware of the way that it would fully encompass the not-so-subtle message i was attempting to put out there. hallelujah for vocabulary.
yuck. my speakers just started blasting natasha beddingfield. taylor, you've got some explaining to do.
so i was browsing google under the term "friendship" and found this bit of wisdom from the immortal wisdom of Savage Garden:
"Let me be the one you call If you jump, I will break your fall, lift you up and fly away with you into the night. If you need to fall apart, I can mend a broken heart, If you need to crash, then crash and burn, you're not alone"
it really got me thinking. which, admittedly, was pretty difficult. but i persisted. so here were the thoughts:
isn't that all we're ever really looking for? just someone to break our fall? someone who won't look at us like we're completely insane when we say exactly what's on our mind? someone who understands when we're acting and when we're not? someone who doesn't take us so seriously that a joke is like the falling of the sky, but who will still respects us enough to listen when we really need to say something?
but that is it, isn't it? that's all we want. it doesn't seem like that much just looking at it right now, but some people, maybe even people we know, maybe even us, will spend years upon years just looking for someone who will break our fall and never leave us alone when the loneliness threatens to implode our microcosm.