I just want one person I can rescue and I want one person who needs me. Who can't live without me. I want to be a hero, but not just one time.
I just want one person I can rescue and I want one person who needs me. Who can't live without me. I want to be a hero, but not just one time.
Maybe the truth is I really want to like you instead.
The truth is, immigrants tend to be more American than people born here.
You gain power by pretending to be weak.
Anything you can aquire is only another thing you'll lose.
I tell everybody, I'm tired of being jerked around. Okay? So let's just not pretend. I don't have fuck for a heart. You people are not going to make me feel anything. You are not going to get to me.
More and more, the hardest part of crying is when I can't stop.
There's no way you can get the past right. You can pretend. You can delude yourself, but you can't re-create what's over.
At some point, your memories, your stories, your adventures, will be the only things you'll have left.
I think that I shall never see a poem as lovely as a hot-gushing, butt-cramping, gut hosing orgasm.
My first time I jacked off, I thought I'd invented it. I looked down at my sloppy handful of junk and thought, This is going to make me rich.
There's still a thousand places I haven't gone to die.
Because I can't save anybody; not as a doctor, not as a son. And because I can't save anybody, I can't save myself.
I told him to buy land, my mum says, they're not making it anymore.
No matter what else you came up against, if you could smile and laugh while a monkey did you with chestnuts in a dank concrete basement while somebody took pictures, well, any other situation would be a piece of cake
These old people. These human ruins.
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