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.

Angels In America

I am so sad, something just fell apart.
I'm sorry. I usually say fuck the truth, but mostly the truth fucks you.
I see something else about you... 
oh? 
Deep inside you, there is a part of you, the most inner part, entirely free of disease.
That isn'true.
Threshold of revelation.

Lemon Tree

It was rather 
beautiful; the way he
put her insecurities to
sleep.
The way he dove into 
her eyes and starved
all the fears
and tasted all the
dreams she kept
coiled beneath her
bones.

Azul Y No Tan Rosa

How many times have we pointed fingers at other people
because they are different?
Different in way of thinking, way of walking
way of dressing, talking or loving.
We mistreat other people,
because we consider them below us or less intelligent.
Or because they have a different skin color.
We make jokes about some because they belong to other cultures
and have different customs and beliefs.
We feel with the right to judge others just because 
they have a different opinion than ours.
And we forget we live in a plural society, 
Where everyone has a place.
And where everyone should be listened to.
And even more so the mistreated minorities,
that suffer a silent discrimination.

Fitting In Cardboard

When I was younger I had this feeling that there was this handbook that I'd never gotten, that explained how to be, how to laugh, what to wear, how to stand by yourself in a hallway.

Everyone else looked so natural. Like they'd all practiced together and knew exactly what to do. Even just the way that they'd push hair out of their face. My experience was pretty much the opposite.

I was conscious of how I sat and how I smiled, and when I was alone with another person I had no idea what to do, or what to say. I could just feel myself panic. It sucked.

I'd imagine what people were like when I wasn't around. How they'd compare notes on how I didn't quite fit. Or even worse, maybe they just wouldn't notice. So I tried to pick up the patterns. I wore what they wore and said what they said. I even wrote smile more on a sticky note.

And over time it sort of worked in a way. I made a version of me that fit in. Whatever that means. But as I grew older the patterns kept changing. And it took so much effort to keep learning them. And I was still stuck with the problem that I'd started with. Being terrified of the moment when my tricks stop working.

I think it took me too long to learn something. That even though there is a thing called fitting in, that it's something that you can learn and practice, those pages are so thin compared to who you are. That the way to become natural like I wanted to be so badly, is by forgetting what you're trying to be to other people.

And if there is a handbook, you probably get to write it yourself.

Blå Nakenhet

Det er den eneste seksualmoral som finnes; du skal ikke bruke kjønnet ditt til å få makt eller innflytelse over andre, du skal ikke skade dem, og du skal ikke gjøre dem unødvendig ondt. Hva du ellers gjør,  når du ikke skader noen ved det, det raker ingen andre enn deg selv og den du er sammen med. - Jens Bjørneboe, Uten en tråd

Labor Day

Everybody talks about this crazy wild passion, it's how it goes in the songs... you know. Your mother was like that. She was in love with love. She couldn't do anything part way. She was a terrific woman. Funny... So beautiful. A better man might have stayed around and helped her through all that sadness, but I couldnt bear it. I just wanted a regular life. I don't know what these last few years have done to... Repair. But I'm sorry I cut out on you.

It's ok

The Station Agent

Olivia: Have you ever been in love Fin?
Fin: Yeah.
Olivia. What happened?
Fin: I was young... and uh, really angry.
Olivia: About what?
Fin: Uhm... being a dwarf you know it's, it's... it's really funny how different people see me. Treat me. Because I'm actually just a simple boring person.

Yossi

If me and you were born in a jungle

A place you can't find in Google

Simply isolated from the world

Deep in the forests of Africa

If your eyes would capture me like a hunter

I'd come to you from afar

I'd take you from home and hold your hand 

And stand with you before the tribe

And say "I'm yours" and vow to you

To give you everything you love

Out In The Darkness

Roy Schaefer: One time we used a stopwatch to see how long we could kiss underwater.
Nimr Mashrawi: How long?

Roy Schaefer: 36 seconds.

Only Lovers Left Alive

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

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How a society views individuals who engage in addictive behaviors has an important influence on addiction and recovery from addiction. If addiction is seen as a moral failing, it will be condemned. If seen as a deficit in knowledge, it will be educated. If the addiction is viewed as an acceptable aberration, it will be tolerated. If the addiction is considered illegal, it will be prosecuted. If viewed as an illness, it will be treated. Social policies mirror these different views with strategies ranging from prohibition and criminalization to hospitalization and mandated treatment.