Friday, May 07, 2004
title's from a suede song called saturday night...its got all these undercurrents about love; love that's tired, jaded and a little bit mechanical, but that nonetheless exists cos the guy's planning to do
oh, whatever makes her happy, on a saturday night / I'll do whatever makes her happy, whatever makes it alright
its bittersweet and beautiful and its making me wish someone would do that for me too.
did anyone see that coming?
did i not tell you i was an incurable romantic?
but oh man i never thought some things could hurt this bad. Quoting something deen wrote:
there is pleasure only with pain
Only with loss is there gain
And when the stars go out, you warm me with your smile
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