RotM 1.75 - with tentative spoiler warnings for up to and including season 5
Who: Lorne
Where from: Angel: The Series
How outspoken: 277 words
Love. What a kicker. You never had it, you want it. Once you've had it, you can't get enough. It's like Pringles, once ya pop? You can't stop, not even when your tongue starts resembling a slab of papier maché.
Love's like that. It's nice. Better than nice, it's great, it's intoxicating and sweet and chaotically gorgeous... But you can't ever escape the grisly end. Someone falls out of love, whether it's you or your fellow turtle dove. You don't fall out of love, but for whatever reason, one of you bite the biscuit. Go cooking for the Kennedys. To a dance party with God. Get your body snatched by an ancient deity at the irrevocable cost of your soul...
Point being, love is all well and good, but it's surrounded by a lot of nasty things you don't really want to think about. Self doubt, pain, insecurity, jealousy, envy, taboos and forbidden fruits and then, one big hunk of separation.
I can't really speak of my own experience, 'cuz I don't want to, and it's none of anybody's business, but looking at all the love related readings I've done in the past, looking at my friends in the fang gang... Friendship seems like a safe ground, but it isn't, not when the one guy ya thought had the right idea throws all his scruples overboard and figures all's fair in war.
But this isn't about friendship, is it? It's about love. Love's just a festering cest pool of what ifs and maybes and never will bes.
Since my last job for Angel Inc... I'm all outta love. From where I'm standing, I'm better off without it.
Where from: Angel: The Series
How outspoken: 277 words
Love. What a kicker. You never had it, you want it. Once you've had it, you can't get enough. It's like Pringles, once ya pop? You can't stop, not even when your tongue starts resembling a slab of papier maché.
Love's like that. It's nice. Better than nice, it's great, it's intoxicating and sweet and chaotically gorgeous... But you can't ever escape the grisly end. Someone falls out of love, whether it's you or your fellow turtle dove. You don't fall out of love, but for whatever reason, one of you bite the biscuit. Go cooking for the Kennedys. To a dance party with God. Get your body snatched by an ancient deity at the irrevocable cost of your soul...
Point being, love is all well and good, but it's surrounded by a lot of nasty things you don't really want to think about. Self doubt, pain, insecurity, jealousy, envy, taboos and forbidden fruits and then, one big hunk of separation.
I can't really speak of my own experience, 'cuz I don't want to, and it's none of anybody's business, but looking at all the love related readings I've done in the past, looking at my friends in the fang gang... Friendship seems like a safe ground, but it isn't, not when the one guy ya thought had the right idea throws all his scruples overboard and figures all's fair in war.
But this isn't about friendship, is it? It's about love. Love's just a festering cest pool of what ifs and maybes and never will bes.
Since my last job for Angel Inc... I'm all outta love. From where I'm standing, I'm better off without it.