Everything is randomly connected.
There is a dualism inherent in democracy – opposing forces pushing against each other, always. Culture clashes. Different belief systems. All coming together to create this country. But this balance takes a great deal of energy.
In them, she saw the sham of her life laid out like a book, the foolish belief that she, that anyone, could escape the consequences of this world, could flee from death. That was the deceit. The true serpent in the garden.
We’re still expected to color within the lines of accepted femininity, and women who step out of those lines are usually attacked, whether verbally or physically.
Careful there, Poet. I might start to believe you.
Beauty, grace, and charm my foot. It’s a school for sadists with good tea-serving skills.
I thought I was having an existential crisis, but it was nothing. Please don’t tailgate: body in trunk.
I don’t have time to feel sorry for myself. I’ve got to think.
All the small, simple, conscious acts of living a sudden defense against the dying we do every day.
There are no wrong decisions – only different ones.
Im a techno moron. I need help just to plug in my video camera.
Men have feelings too, you know. You bruise the petals of my manflower.
This is how the fire starts. This is how we burn.
Her eyes take on that suspicious, wounded look girls get when they know they’ve fallen off the top rung of friendship and someone else has passed them, but they don’t know when or how the change took place.
We have traveled through space and time. We have been many places. Visited many worlds. And there is good news: the acoustics everywhere are terrific.
If this were a movie, I would bust a secret move so fierce the entire place would be razed to the ground. I’d finish with something snappy like “And don’t forget my soda, punk” while I strolled off into the night.
I’m an oddity of one, my strangeness too complicated to explain or share.
I’ve been poked and prodded in places I’d always prided myself on keeping untouched for that one special doctor who gives me a ring and a promise someday.
Yes, go on. Leave. You’re always coming and going. The rest of us are stuck here. Do you think he’d still love you if he knew who you are? He doesn’t really care – only when it suits him.
I think about dying every day, because I can’t stop thinking about living.