For sure, they don't teach you this in history class, but in colonial times, the person who got left in the stocks overnight was nothing less than fair game for everybody to nail. Men or women, anybody bent over had no way of knowing who was doing the ram job, and this was the real reason you never wanted to end up here unless you had a family member or a friend who'd stand with you the whole time. To protect you. To watch your ass, for real.
The girl traced the outline of her lover's shadow so she would always have a record of how he looked...
Believe in me and die forever.
If you could be either God's worst enemy or nothing, which would you choose?
The more things you own, the more they own you.
Besides, it happens fast for some people and slow for some, accidents or gravity, but we all end up mutilated. Most women know this feeling of being more and more invisible everyday.
The idea that I can't share my problems with other people makes me not give a shit about their problems.
In a world where billions believe their deity conceived a mortal child with a virgin human, it's stunning how little imagination most people display.
The problem in this case was you can't be a middle-aged virgin in America without something being wrong with you. People can't conceive of a virtue in someone else that they can't conceive in themselves. Instead of believing you're stronger, it's so much easier to imagine you're weaker.
If it comes down to a choice between being unloved and being vulnerable and sensitive and emotional, then you can just keep your love.
This is less teaching than damage control. You may as well paint a house that's on fire.
For years now, I've wanted to fall asleep. The sort of slipping off, the giving up, the falling part of sleep. Now sleeping is the last thing I want to do.
Maybe we should always assume the worst.
Tyler and me at the edge of the roof,the gun in my mouth,I'm wondering how clean this gun is.
I still love him so much I'll hide any amount of conjugated estrogen in his food. So much I'll do anything to destroy him.
Years of living in the hope that what you'll get will be better than what you have. Years of looking and feeling worse in the hope that you might look better.
To repeat, the way you get to the huge, impossible yes is, you start collecting a lot of easy, small yeses.
Anybody's true nature is bullshit. There is no human soul. Emotion is bullshit. Love is bullshit.
Maybe the truth is I really want to like you instead.
You gain power by pretending to be weak.
I could imagine myself becoming one of Marla's stories.
Reject the basic assumptions of civilization, especially the importance of material possessions.
You always kill the one you love.
Most times, it's just a lot easier not to let the world know what's wrong.
Also consider that someday, when you're dead and rotted, kids with their baby teeth will sit in their time-geography class and laugh about how stupid you were.
Here are the shadows left behind by a thousand moments, a thousand moods, of needs traced here on the wall by men who are gone. Here is the record of their being here.
For the first time in longer than I can remember, I feel peaceful. Not happy. Not sad. Not anxious. Not horny. Just all the higher parts of my brain closing up shop. The cerebral cortex. The cerebellum. That's where my problem is. I'm now simplifying myself. Somewhere balanced in the perfect middle between happiness and sadness. Because sponges never have a bad day.
The little boy smiled back at all the angry faces glaring in at him. And the little boy blew kisses.
Believe in me and you shall die, forever.
If you died right now, how would you feel about your life?
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