NEW SEASON; GO CHELSEA GO GO GO GO GO
I did all of those things to try to save your life as much as mine. Only you’re too stupid to know it.
spent hours of my life watching Breaking Bad and it is exciting and good acting but WHERE IS THE PURPOSE???????? The only thing I like is the bond between those two, which can be kind of enough.
I decided to visit the Boston Public Gardens today, to see the bench from Good Will Hunting, so I could pay my respects to one of my idols. I wasn’t alone, as crowds of young and old stood near, bound together by sadness.
Rest in peace Robin.
It’s like I’m reading a book. And It’s a book I deeply love. But I’m reading it slowly now. So the words are really far apart… and the spaces between the words are almost infinite. I can still feel you, and the words of our story… but it’s in endless space between the words that I’m finding myself now. It’s a place that’s I’m not of the physical world. It’s where everything else is that I didn’t even know existed.
So I decided to take out my pack of old photographs today, and went through them like I would every time it hit this time of the year. It wasn’t so much as to pick out the ones that I wanted to put up, than perhaps subconsciously see how much things have changed since then.
It was like meeting old friends, only they didn’t know that really, I smiled at them instead of the silence I carried in real life.
"How much would you like to go back to then?" He once asked. "Now? Not at all. Things are too different. But this is how much I miss it." There is a difference between missing something, and wanting it back.
But what I really came to say, was that I realised that while some smiles have faded and the dynamics portrayed in the photo no longer telling of the present, some things will never stop being important - like the cagers ending the 20 year drought back in 2008, and the snapshot that came a split second after that win.
I guess that’s the beauty in old photographs. When everything blurs into a distant past, a small detail like a crooked smile, or a gentle hand touching moment, or even a coordinated ‘let’s do something stupid’ moment, brings you back to that exact moment that it happened.
Maybe that’s what they meant by infinite moments. The moments that never do truly disappear.