The Power of Outliers
Frog in a Blender: The Power of Outliers
Waiting on a Friend - The Rolling Stones
“He’s not my husband,” Natasha says, but she’s already crafting him an identity to go with Kate. Robbie, because if she ever has to introduce him he needs something close. For all that he can disappear into various corners of the world, he’s terrible with aliases.
Ooh, making love and breaking hearts, it is a game for youth But I'm not waiting on a lady. I'm just waiting on a friend.
Not a Virgin - Poe
“I’m not a kid, I can get myself off. It’s whether or not it’s going to be a satisfying experience. Sometimes scraping off the layer of lust leaves something worse.” Grief, bitterness, self-recrimination, loathing, anger.
Before you let another lie Go through those crooked little teeth I don't think you want to start that shit with me Much better yet Tell me something dangerous and true Oh yeah, that looks much sexier on you
The Consequences of Falling - KD Lang
“It’s really nothing.” Her emphasis is just cruel enough that she can see hurt flicker for a second on his face, and then he shuts down. She’s so attuned to the wash of his expressions that the blankness feels like a slap.
Are you dreaming What I'm dreaming I can't read your mind One step towards you Two steps back Feels like I'm crawling
Kiss Me Again - Ben’s Brother
She can feel his control singing through him. She can tell by the set of his mouth that he’s not holding back from reluctance or hesitance, but holding on, watching to see just how honest she’s willing to be with him. With herself.
It's been, it's been, it's been, it's been su su su such a long tome, long time, long lime since anybody touched me, touched me, touched me the way that you touch me
As Makeshift As We Are - The Tragically Hip
Months of working together, of this odd and welcome and frustrating friendship has taught Bruce to keep working, match the tone, and listen for when things shift, which they’re capable of doing in lightning quick time when Stark is worried or agitated.
You're a complex dune, I'm a cloud of octopus ink You're an elusive tune, I'm more ice sculpture than I think You're the neutral tribe and I got the wrong openness Here's where I slowly close my eyes and say, "I'm too drunk for this." Yea I'm too drunk for this
Do I Wanna Know - Sam Smith
He lets go of her arm with a stroke down her forearm, unsure if she’s done pushing him into resistance, but choosing to stop pushing back. “How do I prove to you I’ll do anything you need me to do?”
Have you no idea that you're in deep I dreamt about you nearly every night this week How many secrets can you keep? 'Cause there's this tune I found that makes me think of you somehow When I play it on repeat Until I fall asleep Spilling drinks on my settee
A Sunday Kind of Love - Etta James
It’s a fantasy he’ll never share with her. It’s pedestrian, coming from the part of him that once upon a time had a life where that was feasible. But that’s not the life he’s living.
I want a love that's on the square Can't seem to find somebody Someone to care And I'm on a lonely road that leads to no where I need a Sunday kind of love
Home - Iggy Pop
For two people you could drop virtually anywhere on earth–in his case possibly from orbit–certain they’d make their way fine, it was hard for her to explain what this territoriality was about. It felt like it needed to be where they lived, a place they controlled, at least the first time.
Home, boy; Home, boy; Everybody needs a home
You Shook Me All Night Long - Arab Strap
She can’t stop laughing as he drops her onto the bed, pulls off her warm ups as she peels off her sweater
Working double time On the seduction line She was one of a kind, she's just mine all mine Wanted no applause Just another course Made a meal out of me and came back for more
It’s a Motherfucker - Eels
He crosses his arms tight, wallowing a little in the sting across his back.
It's a motherfucker Being here without you Thinking 'bout the good times Thinking 'bout the bad And I won't ever be the same
My Skin - Natalie Merchant
He’s not sure which hypothesis affects him more: that she had such gestures of care, long neglected, in her repertoire, or that she’s been able to translate and reflect back the few moments between them where he was trying to soothe her.
Do you remember the way That you touched me before All the trembling sweetness I loved and adored?