Anything you can aquire is only another thing you'll lose.
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.
A moment it the most you can ever expect from perfection
Every planet will take on the corporate identity of whoever rapes it first.
I don't want to die without any scars.
It's weird to think the place where we're standing will only be a point in the sky.
Self improvement is masturbation...
This is our world now, and those ancient people are dead.
You had a near life experience.
Hysteria is impossible without an audience. Panicking by yourself is the same as laughing alone in an empty room. You feel really silly.
My point is, that if I'm honest, my life is all about me.
We've been speaking English as a second language so long that we've forgotten it as our first.
Amber saw getting infected as the ultimate commitment. Like her and the guy would be doomed to be with each other. Looking back, she figured a brush with death would make her really enjoy her life. Like she would feel more alive.
Picture the moment when your mom and dad first saw you as something other than a pretty, tiny version of them. You as them, but improved. Better educated. Innocent. Then picture when you stopped being their dream.
Honest is how I want to look. The truth doesn't glitter and shine.
What you forget when you're planning a hijack by yourself is somewhere along the line, you might need to neglect your hostages just long enough so you can use the bathroom.
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.
About my boss, Tyler tells me, if I'm really angry, I should go to the post office and fill out a change-of-address card and have all his mail forwarded to Rugby, North Dakota.
Everyone has something wrong. And for a while, her heart just sort of flat lined.
I know this because Tyler knows this.
Look up at the stars and you're gone.
Skinny guys fight till they're burger.
This isn't about love as in caring. This is about property as in ownership.
You know, the condom is the glass slipper of our generation. You slip it on when you meet a stranger. You dance all night, then you throw it away. The condom, I mean. Not the stranger.
Hysteria is impossible without an audience.
New carpet will exude poisonous formaldehyde for up to two years after it'd been laid. I know the feeling.
What's burning down is a re-creation of a period revival house patterned after a copy of a copy of a copy of a mock Tudor big manor house. It's a hundred generations removed from anything original, but the truth is aren't we all?
At some point, Wax mentioned how appalling it seemed that those brilliant minds who could invent miracle medicines and nuclear fission and dazzling computer special effects, they had such a complete lack of imagination when it came to spending their money: granite countertops and luxury cars. Talking about that stuff, Wax driving, the madder he got, you could watch the speedo creep up past eighty, ninety, a hundred.
Some mythological fat asswipe drives our national economy.
If a tree falls in the forest and nobody is there to hear it, doesn't it just lie there and rot?
You realize that our mistrust of the future makes it hard to give up the past.
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.
Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes. working jobs we hate, so we can buy shit we dont need.
Everything is still falling apart.
I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.
Marla's philosophy of life, she told me, is that she can die at any moment. The tragedy of her life is that she doesn't.
Someday you will die, and until you know that, you're useless to me.
This was freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.
You love me. You ignore me. You save my life, then you cook my mother into soap.
I am an invisible monster, and I am incapable of loving anybody. You don't know which is worse.
On game shows, some people will take the trip to France, but most people will take the washer and dryer pair.
When nobody will look at you, you can stare a hole in them. Picking out all the little details you'd never stare long enough to get if they'd even just return your gaze, this, this is your revenge.
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories