Patton.

This is the title poem in one of Vikram Seth’s books of poetry. I found it while randomly “surfing” books at my high school library — quite a few years ago now. It’s still probably my favorite poem.
All You Who Sleep Tonight
All you who sleep tonight
Far from the ones you love,
No hand to left or [...]

. . . from all this (the break-up), it’s how many friends I have and how absolutely wonderful they are.
In no particular order, mad props to these folks:

If I missed anyone, it’s probably because I couldn’t find a picture of you. But thank you.
Thank all of you from the bottom of my heart.

When our kite lines first crossed
We tied them into knots
And to finally fly apart
We had to cut them off.
–The Shins, “Pink Bullets”
[Hotel Tango: Heather]

Be sure to watch Larry King Live tonight to be scared out of your wits. Or don’t. I won’t.

. . . I’m in motherfuckin’ Vietnam.

. . . when they’re not frequenting brothels.

[Hotel Tango: Lindsay]

Bad News: Lindsay broke it off yesterday. I’m crying like a little bitch at work, which is just perfect considering I’m filling in for the receptionist. Nothing like coming into an office where the receptionist is crying. People must think, “What do they do? Beat their employees?”
The problem with breaking up, of course, is envisioning [...]

If you love something, set it free. If it comes back to you, it’s, well, broken. [...]