Death is a very dull, dreary affair, and my advice to you is to have nothing whatsoever to do with it.” – W. Somerset Maugham.
Very clever of him to give me something my heart didn’t know it wanted in exchange for a promise.
Apparently, hope is for hipsters because hope failed me.
Because you scratched my itch and then you kissed me – both of which freaked me out because neither of which are in the course syllabus for laboratory experiments this semester. And, furthermore –.
I may be broken, but all my pieces are yours.
Have you considered that there’s someone out there who might not consider these things about you crazy? That someone might take the time to understand your disorder, take the time to understand and therefore appreciate you?” I shook my head. “No.” “Is.
Just because someone is an idiot doesn’t mean they’re a bad person. And just because someone is smart doesn’t mean they’re good.
As usual – when we really kissed – I lost track of my surroundings, the operation of my limbs, and the functionality of my vocal chords. I may have started to climb him.
A sinister giggle escaped my lips. I’m not much of a giggler unless I’ve done something sinister.
I want to be your first everything.
But when Marie laughed, when her mouth curved in a perfect arch, when her eyes became the combined colors of hydrogen on the visible light spectrum, when the manifestation of happiness as perfect music passed her lips, then time stopped.
If ignorance is bliss, then knowledge is a cage.” “But knowledge is only a cage if you dwell in isolation.
Over the last several days, I’d done a fair amount of practiced focusing on my present state of “lesness” – homelessness, joblessness and relationshiplessness. Less was not more. Less was an unstable, uncomfortable place to be.
If you give Cletus an inch, he’ll take a light-year.
Seriously, big guy, you just need to make like a shepherd and get the flock out of here.
To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson.
You know those French impressionists; all they did was fornicate, drink absinthe, and play dominoes.
I’m pointing out you’ve been missed. Being present is one hundred percent more meaningful than being there in spirit.
My internal temper tantrum tirade continued: But attracting and holding the interest of someone like Quinn Sullivan will have to go into my box of make believe with the eventual remake of Final Fantasy 7 with Playstation 3 graphics or finding an original, pristine version of Detective Comics No. 27- Batman’s debut.
Why do you love it?” I had a sense that I would enjoy her answer. I knew it would be unexpected and unique. Everything about her was unexpected and unique. She was my bright light of eccentricity in a very predictable and ordinary world. She made everything new and interesting or funny.