He preferred houndstooth to gingham and Dostoevsky to Tolstoy. Well at least he was wearing houndstooth the first time we spoke and one of his favorite books was The Brothers Karamazov. That’s all I really know. We ran into each other at a party once, all we ever really did was run into each other at parties (maybe I would know more if more of our conversations had occured sober), and...
Fiction, poetry, music, really deep serious sex, and, in various ways, religion...– David Foster Wallace (via howverybluetheseais)
Let’s talk about being debilitated.
I went to bed and woke in the middle of the night thinking I heard someone cry,...– Ray Bradbury
flailing, hipster bodies
Me: As per usual.
Him: I don't have the same love for her that other's do.
How do you ease the pain of those that are concerned? Do not admit to being unhappy unless you have a well articulated rationale to back it up. It is more about them than it is about me. They are the ones in need of reassurance. I cannot utter many more I’m fine’s. It’s not like they are being accepted at this point anyway. I could let it go. I could ignore the come and see...
Real loneliness is not necessarily limited to when you are alone.– Charles Bukowski (via suzywire)
I don’t want realism. I want magic! Yes, yes, magic. I try to give that to...– Tennessee Williams
Her: My quiet little time bomb.
Me: Really though.
She owes her success in practice to her inconsistencies in principle.– Thomas Hardy