You keep expecting people not to be themselves.
Not like a heaven where you ride unicorns, play harps, and live in a mansion made of clouds. But yes. I believe in something with a capital S. Always have.
The really scary thing is not turning and turning in the widening gyre; it’s turning and turning in the tightening gyre. It’s getting sucked into a whirlpool that shrinks and shrinks and shrinks your world until you’re just spinning without moving, stuck inside a prison cell that is exactly the size of you, until eventually your realize that you’re not actually in a prison cell. You are the prison cell.
Basically, the state of Indiana doesn’t consider pets people, but it does consider corporations people.
Holmesy, we got the reward. It’s over. Your problem is you don’t know when you’ve won.
I realise that you are, like, bursting with a constant need to rub yourself up against girl flesh or whatever, but can you just try to talk about it a little less in front of me.
You think volcanoes are awesome? Tell that to the ten thousand screaming corpses at Pompeii. You still secretly believe that there is an element of magic to this world? It’s all just soulless molecules bouncing against each other randomly. Do you worry about who will take care of you if your parents die? As well you should, because they will be worm food in the fullness of time.
I thought about how everyone always seemed slightly uncomfortable when discussing their fathers in front of me. They always seemed worried I’d be reminded of my fatherlessness, as if I could somehow forget.
There was never enough air in the world, but the shortage was particularly acute in that moment.
He was just a star in my sky... constant, familiar, bright, far above me.
Even cancer isn’t a bad guy really: Cancer just wants to be alive.
I’m in love with the cities and people I’ve never met.
I was a competent standardized test taker.
To die is different from what anyone supposed, and luckier.
Traveling, I am finding, teaches you a lot of things about yourself” -Quentin.
And then I stopped. I cut the whiny voice off midsentence. Because I was sick of it, and it wasn’t doing me any good, and anyway, shouldn’t I have some say over the endless thoughts running through my head.
The spiral tightens, like that, forever.
Okay, please draw a circle.” I did. “Now draw a smaller circle within that circle.” I did. “The larger circle is virgins. The smaller circle is seventeen-year-old guys with one leg.
Just saying: stop thinking Ben should be you, and he needs to stop thinking you should be him, and y’all just chill the hell out.
If something was wrong, I’d find out soon enough. Nothing to be gained by worrying between now and then.