May 2012
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The Hippie Church I was Raised in Doesn't Believe...
But I don’t know what to do when my body becomes furniture. The shelf of my back buried in crumbs of infidelities we won’t name. Steady your beer on my shoulders. Would you like some pastrami with that dry wry sulk? Some mornings I bend into a medicine cabinet, let you fill me with what’s needed to begin your day. Some nights I splinter your fingertips. Don’t give away all...
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With a slight push, a slip over some ill-defined edge, I could turn into a bag...
– From Cat’s Eye by Margaret Atwood
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Women collect grievances, hold grudges and change shape. They pass hard,...
– From Cat’s Eye by Margaret Atwood
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I’m good at leaving. The trick is to close yourself off. Don’t hear, don’t see....
– From Cat’s Eye by Margaret Atwood
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Suffering is a chance you take by the fact of being alive.
– From Letters to Allen Ginsberg: 1953-1957 by William S. Burroughs (via honeyforthehomeless)
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Science Fiction Story
I will meet you again in the future. It will be 100 years from now. We will be evolved. We will be larger. We will be gentle with each other. When I try to touch your hand, my hand will feel like water. Your hand will feel like a fish. We will be evolved in different directions. We will be so gentle and evolved we won’t even be able to lift our glasses to our mouths. We will just sit in a bar,...
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And unless one can observe the guilt and regret of the mourners, surely there is...
– By Truman Capote (via quoththeculture)
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When I finish work and get in bed, I always think: let me not wake up. Let me...
– From After Dark by Haruki Murakami (via murakamistuff)
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The need to go astray, to be destroyed, is an extremely private, distant,...
– By Georges Bataille (via freyjageist)
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He expects me to console him, for his own guilt and the damage that’s been done...
– From Cat’s Eye by Margaret Atwood
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Two men are better than one, or at least they make me feel better. I am in love...
– From Cat’s Cradle by Margaret Atwood
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…Homelessness is a nationality now. Somehow the war never ended after all,...
– From Cat’s Eye by Margaret Atwood
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Living the Good Life
There is only one locale for the heart And that’s somewhere between the dick and the brain. I don’t believe love is for chickenshits. It’s low, dark, and cold-blooded, like a cottonmouth. Children are often involved. They stink When they sprout in the garden of light, And they stink mulching their way back down. Cold-hearted women, work, madness, and death Are the things...
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This woman frightens me. There is a lot of flesh to her, especially below the...
– From Cat’s Eye by Margaret Atwood
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Old lovers go the way of old photographs,bleaching out gradually as in a slow...
– From Cat’s Eye by Margaret Atwood
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I haven’t this “reality” gift. I insubstantise, wilfully to some extent,...
– From Diary Entry 19 June 1923 by Virginia Woolf (via fuckyeahvirginiawoolf)
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I felt, that night, on that stage, under that skull, incredibly close to...
– From Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer (via primordiale)
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I don’t want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.
– From This Side of Paradise by F. Scott Fitzgerald (via aquaticwonder)
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Little Beast
1. An all-night barbeque. A dance on the courthouse lawn. The radio aches a little tune that tells the story of what the night is thinking. It’s thinking of love. It’s thinking of stabbing us to death and leaving our bodies in a dumpster. That’s a nice touch, stains in the night, whiskey kisses for everyone....
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Be anything but a coward, a pretender, an emotional crook, a whore: I’d rather...
– By Truman Capote (via quoththeculture)
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All that happens when your dream comes true is a slow, melting realization that...
– From For One More Day by Mitch Albom (via expelliar-ohshiny)
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I look at him with the nostalgic affection men are said to feel for their wars,...
– From Cat’s Eye by Margaret Atwood
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Once the people I knew died of suicide and motorcycle crashes and other forms of...
– From Cat’s Eye by Margaret Atwood
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A happy death. It can be done. If you’re William Blake and totally crazy.
– By Maurice Sendak (via yoctoontologist)
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From New Girl
Jessica "Jess" Day: You know me. I'm really attracted to guys who are afraid of success and think someone famous stole their idea.
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The First Line is the Deepest
I have been one acquainted with the spatula, the slotted, scuffed, Teflon-coated spatula that lifts a solitary hamburger from pan to plate, acquainted with the vibrator known as the Pocket Rocket and the dildo that goes by Tex, and I have gone out, a drunken bitch, in order to ruin what love I was given, and also I have measured out my life in little pills—Zoloft, Restoril, Celexa, Xanax. I...