Getting Go, The Go Doc Project

So it turns out I know what I wanted all along, I wanted to move home.
I'm not exactly from Iowa, but I think it's safe to say I wanted to move back to the country.
I want a farm, drive the combine, buy a shotgun.
I want a family, growing old and sipping limonade on my front porch.
I think that's how I'll be a real radical homosexual.

Still Alice

Night flight to San Francisco; chase the moon across America. God, it’s been years since I was on a plane. When we hit 35,000 feet we’ll have reached the tropopause, the great belt of calm air, as close as I’ll ever get to the ozone. I dreamed we were there. The plane leapt the tropopause, the safe air, and attained the outer rim, the ozone, which was ragged and torn, patches of it threadbare as old cheesecloth, and that was frightening. But I saw something that only I could see because of my astonishing ability to see such things: Souls were rising, from the earth far below, souls of the dead, of people who had perished, from famine, from war, from the plague, and they floated up, like skydivers in reverse, limbs all akimbo, wheeling and spinning. And the souls of these departed joined hands, clasped ankles, and formed a web, a great net of souls, and the souls were three-atom oxygen molecules of the stuff of ozone, and the outer rim absorbed them and was repaired. Nothing’s lost forever. In this world, there’s a kind of painful progress. Longing for what we’ve left behind, and dreaming ahead. At least I think that’s so.

Did you like that? 
What I just read? 
What was it about? 
Yeah mom, 
it was about love.

Olivia Kittridge

It baffles me this world. I don't want to leave it yet

Space Station 76

I've always been amazed that asteroids can fly in groups for millions of years,
and never touch each other or connect.
They're dead rock so they find their perfect orbit,
and stick to it.

We also want to find that place of perfection,
but we're not asteroids.
We change,
and that's the problem.
The more you try to create a paradise, 
the more you will resent the prison.

And all you're left with is the dreams of a future,
that never happened.

Begin Again

... and you have broken every single fucking rule,
and I have loved you. Like a fool...

Frankie & Alice

Do you think my momma killed her?
I think all of us have to face something we've done,
mistakes we've made.
Things that we have allowed to happen,
the things that would have happened anyway.
But i dont think it's the blame that's importnant,
I think it's the facing of it.
If we don't,
there's no chance for us to ever become whole.

Very Good Girls

Sometimes it's harder to forgive yourself than to get somebody else to do it. But, people will surprise you.