A love like ours is love that’s hard to find
How could we let it slip away
We’ve come too far to leave it all behind
How could we end it all this way
When tomorrow comes we’ll both regret
The things we said today
If you leave me now, you’ll take away the biggest part of me
Oooo no baby please don’t go
the worst thing ever is when you can feel someone getting bored with you
"What have you heard about the Dreyfuses, Monsieur LaPadite?"
$40 million in your bank account, or peace in the Middle East for, say, 500 years. What do you choose?
If the 500 years of peace in the Middle East results from everyone in the region legitimately abandoning their respective organized religions in favor of rational, progressive, and cooperative humanism, then I choose peace.
If the 500 years is just the same ancient tribal bullshit without the bullets, then I’ll take the money and everyone can go fuck themselves.
Where must I go?
Who must I know?