That one thing

"Is someone getting the best of you?"

I started writing my novel...wish my luck, I'm planning on kicking Nicholas Sparks's ass!
Literally speaking of course, cause well the guy can write pretty damn well

WOW

I LOVE FILMMAKING
wish I had another love...but we sacrifice what we have for what we want, sometimes we have to give up what's dearest and closest to us for others, we have to give up on our dreams for the sake of others. I believe there's a hero in all of us, that keeps us honest, gives us strength, makes us noble, and finally allows us to die with pride, even though sometimes we have to be steady, and give up the thing we want the most. Even our dreams.

Does she come back here to tourture herself for all the random acts of stupidity that is my life?

Does she come back here to tourture herself for all the random acts of stupidity that is my life?
Its like that first kiss with someone new, like the last kiss with someone who you knew for too long and wore out your welcome.
This isn't about life or death, love or hate, its about who can forget the quickest and act like nothing ever happened
Running away, dodging, its all so simple
Moving on, finding another, that's simple too
Its the bullshit you have to deal with when people treat you inhuman, when they treat you like you're a liar that's when it hurts forever.
I never told her that I loved her...never told her anything close to it and now I don't think I can...it just wouldn't be right
I have to let things go back to the way they were, her not knowing how I feel and her being safer because of that fact
You can't love Jack cause deep down he's a cold blooded killer
You can't love Peter cause in the end you and him can both be killed by some god awful masked menace
You can't love me because in truth I'll never love you back and you'll get hurt and cry and I'll ruin your life...I never meant to, but its the curse I bear
God I wished I kissed her
I can't, but she will, be loved
I hate being right all the time
Love isn't freedom
Love isn't glory
Love isn't roses and white lace
Love is pain
Love is sacrifice
Love is ripping your heart out and giving it to someone else to take care of...and praying they don't feed it to their dog by mistake
Love is hard work
You should've never loved me if you didn't realize that in the start
I am hard work, you can't change that, can't change me
Kinda sucks don't it
When no one wants a challenge

In the forbidding vastnesses of the Carpathian Mountains was born the fearful legend of that fierce and unholy woman Marguerite Chopin, the last of th

In the forbidding vastnesses of the Carpathian Mountains was born the fearful legend of that fierce and unholy woman Marguerite Chopin, the last of the vampire-witches, who lived beyond death. In the wild depths of these loathsome forests lie the ghostly ruins of an age almost forgotten, when, the villagers will tell you, the vampires - the living dead - roam at night, slowly killing many, driving others of the village to madness. Slaves to superstition, they live in constant fear of a return of the vampires. History has recorded many eyewitnesses to the ghastly orgies of human vampires who, returned from the dead, lurked in the shadows of ancient buildings to prey on their victims. So in this land, every man, woman and child lives in terror of the fiendish vampires. Beat the rugs! Wash them! Soak them in the mill-race where the cool mountain water will cleanse them of the evil spirit of the Devil. Prepare huge rafts to hold the population of the village, for, they will tell you, a human vampire will not cross or touch water! Ghastly flags, soaked in the blood of the last victim, are paraded at ceremonial gatherings to frighten and dispel the sirits of the vampires long dead. I saw hundreds in each village drinking and dancing like wild savages from the South Seas! Could this be the modern world where civilization has given countless benefits? Yes! But here is fear - fear of the horrible, of death never ending, fear of the Devil himself flowing into the body of some villager long dead and returning to destroy the living - perhaps a hundred souls this very night! So these people prepare for the vampires which they know one day will return! This is a story of a whole village under the fateful spell of a vampire woman - the story of the demon Marguerite Chopin. I'll never forget *this* case! It happened in the village the month I was there; it was her *eyes* that I'll never forget!

I never said what I’m doing was right for you or him, but its right for me…damn it I know I’m being selfish just listen ok, for two seconds listen!

I never said what I’m doing was right for you or him, but its right for me…damn it I know I’m being selfish just listen ok, for two seconds listen!
Here I am, not on some kind of mission to save your heart or to strengthen your son’s, but to make mine whole.
It just hurts ok, it hurts not to trust and to feel…love was never about the sex, it was never about when I looked into your eyes…it was about her, about what I wanted in the first place that I could never have.
I never meant to hurt you, I never meant to act like the whole thing was just a lie, but I had to, I had to because I got this stupid idea in my head that if I told you the truth, the honest to god truth, that when I sat across from you, when your lips touched mine I felt nothing, that that alone would tear you apart and cause you to slip back into what you were.
I’m sorry
I don’t deserve your respect or your son’s…I don’t have the ability to be any kind of a father to him, he deserves better…he deserves someone like Alan, who isn’t afraid to run.
Do you know the reason why Alan gave up on you?
It was me, I told him that he could never have you…it was my goddamn fault that he left you and I made damn sure that I was there to pick up the pieces…I lead you into this relationship and trapped you.
So please, throw phones
Break dishes
And wake the neighbors
But don’t ever tell me that I don’t know what love is, because I do know and I will always know that deep down love is what leads you to do such psychotic things as this and I love her Erica I honestly do
And by the way…I found the paternity test results in the garbage, maybe Alan wants to know that he has a kid sleeping in my apartment

I miss ya Dave...

I am nothing special; just a common man with common thoughts, and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will...

I am nothing special; just a common man with common thoughts, and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten. But in one respect I have succeeded as gloriously as anyone who's ever lived: I've loved another with all my heart and soul; and to me, this has always been enough

I was just thinking too much...again

They keep saying we’re all going to die, they just keep saying that as if that’s the only English phrases they now…maybe it is. No bother, death, as I’ve learnt from so many other situations such as this, is the most overrated event in life. Sure the pearly gates are nice and that St. Peter dude is the best bouncer since Sid over at Dream Girls…but well I’ve flat lined once my dear friends and as for this schmuck who thinks that a 9mm is really going to do damage to 20 people, well he’s got another thing coming.
There’s 16 bullets in that clip, 16, meaning he can’t kill all of us and if memory serves me correctly you actually have to have brass balls to pull a gun on a person and this brainy little fuck is about as chopped as a tranny with a bad sex change. Should I enlighten him to the fact that I have a 6 inch long knife concealed in my boot? God only knows what he’s packing in that towel wrapped around his head. I mean I’m not trying to be racist here folks but unless you’re carrying a sandwich up there or a can of Coke Classic, I don’t see much of a point in wrapping that head up ever.
So I guess here’s my plan, this being a moving train and all I might just need one…I’m still trying to figure out what asshole hijacks a moving train, did he flunk out of terrorist school or what? This jackass deserves to die, maybe those 40 virgins he’s promised are the reason why he’s here…I guess there’s only one way to find out.
I slip out from my seat as he begins to wave his piece around again. There’s two kids shaking terrified at this odorous atrocity of a man. I’ve gotta make this quick, maybe there’s some hidden agenda here, he’s strapped with a bomb or something…what a world we live in huh. I pull my knife from my boot
I slink in close and just as Habib, honestly I think his name was Chuck…but that doesn’t sound Arab at ALL, turns to check the passengers I slip my had over his mouth and my knife to his throat. He raises the gun in a panic; I quickly turn him and slam him up against a plexi-glass partion. The gun drops to the train floor and my knife sinks into the flesh surrounding his windpipe. He quickly loses his grasp of my hands and reaches for his throat. He slides down to the ground holding his throat as blood oozes out around his fingers. I swipe the gun from the floor before he can even make a move for it. I look back up at the kids who are even more terrified; I look to their parents and mouth “Sorry”.
The adjoining door to the next car slides open and I turn to see another sly devil in a turban boasting a GLOCK, he attempts to aim, but I’m already two steps and a trigger pull ahead of him, his brains splatter the train walls.
These guys picked the wrong train, they picked the wrong city, and they picked the wrong white collar business guy to fuck with…my name’s Will Boney, named after my great grandfather, you may know him, Billy the Kid

"I would've asked for your number. And I wouldn't have been able to wait 24 hours before calling you up and saying, Hey, how about... oh, how about so

"I would've asked for your number. And I wouldn't have been able to wait 24 hours before calling you up and saying, Hey, how about... oh, how about some coffee, or drinks, or dinner, or a movie... "
Tom Hanks as Joe Fox

The new dramatic work "Girl Triangles"

There wasn't a reason to lie to you, until now. I thought it was the truth when I was speaking it, I thought the words were really what I was feeling, honestly, I didn't know I was lying to you. I didn't do this to hurt you, didn't do it to break your heart. I did what I thought was the right thing, but it all just kind of fell apart. I'm sorry that you still thought there was a chance, I led you on for so long. I just didn't realize that as much as I wanted to be with you there was always someone who was in the back of my mind.
I took that chance with you so long ago, but now when I look at you I see someone different, you changed on me Erica, honest to God, and that's a good thing. You needed to become stronger and grow beyond the borders of those blissful months that we had.
You were right to criticize my morals and my judgements, I never really did love you...it was just the inclination that maybe I could if I moved past so much, but that's asking a lot especially when you're 19. You can't move past school and work and everything at such a young age. I was so wrong to say those words when I didn't even know what they meant.
So I'm sorry, I'm sorry I yelled, sorry I screamed, sorry I wasted your time.
My heart belonged to some else...it has since the day I met you...I just never told her that.
- Cole to Erica, before Cole makes a mad dash for the EL to catch back up with the love of his life Allison -