You love me. You ignore me. You save my life, then you cook my mother into soap.
Only in death will we have our own names since only in death are we no longer part of the effort. In death we become heroes.
A shadow of a reflection of an image of an illusion.
Some stories, you use up. Others use you up.
You know how both life and porno movies end. The only difference is life starts with the orgasm.
A hotel, he told me, was a big house where a lot of people lived and ate and slept, but no one knew each other. He said that described most families in the outside world.
In the end, it’s never what you worry about that gets you.
The bigger the mistake looks, the better chance I’ll have to break out and live a real life. Our real discoveries come from chaos. – Brandy Alexander.
What we call chaos is just patterns we haven’t recognized. What we call random is just patterns we can’t decipher.
If you ask me, most people have children just as their own enthusiasm about life begins to wane.
She drank a glass of wine and looked for something new to ruin with her lack of talent.
I’m in love. So kill me.
Don’t do this. I love you. Don’t shut me out.
No matter how bad things get, you can still walk away.
It’s not enough to be numbered with the grains of sand on the beach and the stars in the sky.
We opened our hearts. Hear me, heal me, save me, believe me.
And if you can find any way out of our culture, then that’s a trap too. Just wanting to get out of the trap reinforces the trap.
We have pain and hate and love and joy and war in the world because we want them.
You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You’re the same decaying organic matter as everything else.
It’s funny how the beauty of art has so much more to do with the frame than the artwork itself.