Thom Yorke | 1995 - 2013
Q: If that sad day comes along when Radiohead split up, what do you plan to do in your retirement?
Thom: Age badly. Follow random pathways in the forest. Smoke a pipe. Become a hermit. Never shave again. Take Ecstasy on weekends. Develop a Valium habit. Read the Bible. Go to Tibet. Become an MP (member of the parliament). Change my name. Laugh at economists. Start skanking dancehall style.
I’m a lot more okay than I thought I would be. Which is nice. I feel finally, like I will be okay no matter what. Like maybe I’ve learned enough about myself and love myself enough not to fall apart. I think I will always have that dark part of me, and for my father to have contributed to that is sad. I can choose to be different than that. I can choose to live on and be happy and remember the good. There was a lot of good. Even though there is this horrible, ugly side of life there is ALWAYS a better day, a small happy moment, something to break it up. I will never be as sad as him and I wish I could thank him for teaching me that. I needed to learn the self love he never did, or that he lost.
So thank you, Dad. For teaching me all the things I didn’t know I needed to learn. I love you. Always.
A friendship takes a conscious effort from both individuals. It falls apart if neglected just like any other living breathing organism.
Are you the one waking me up everyday at 2 or 3 am? Just let me sleep. It’s the only time it doesn’t hurt.