This is true: the world is better off with some people gone. Our lives are not all interconnected. That theory is crock. Some people truly do not need to be here.
What? Did we end up hating each other? Did we end up the way we thought we always knew would? Did I end up wearing khakis because of that fucking ad?
—¿Adónde vamos' —pregunté.—No lo sé—dijo—. Simplemente damos una vuelta en coche.—pero esta carretera no lleva a ninguna parte—le dije.—No importa.—¿Y qué es lo que importa? —le pregunté al cabo de un...
I was afraid to try Pellegrino for the first time. She looks over at me nervously—expecting me to… what, agree?—then at McDermott, who offers her a wan, tight smile. But once I did, it was… fine.
He wasn't, I realized when I read those scenes concerning Blair and myself, close to any of us-- except of course to Blair, and really not even to her. He was simply someone who floated through our li...
The images I had were of people being driven mad by living in the city. Images of parents who were so hungry and unfulfilled that they ate their own children.
And though the coldness I have always felt leaves me, the numbness doesn't and probably never will. this relationship will probably lead to nothing... this didn't change anything. I imagine her smelli...
A curtain of stars, miles of them, are scattered, glowing, across the sky and their multitude humbles me, which I have a hard time tolerating. She shrugs and nods after I say something about forms of...
It was always the A booth. It was always the front seat of the roller coaster. It was never Let’s not get the bottle of Cristal.
Why was I holding on to something that would never be mine? But isn't that what people do?
What's the difference between a J.A.P and spaghetti? Spaghetti moves when you eat it.
What else is there to do in college except drink beer or slit one's wrists?
This is true: the world is better off with some people gone. Our lives are not all interconnected. That theory is a crock. Some people truly do not need to be here.
The Dave Matthews Band’s Crash into Me played over the montage, not that the lyrics had anything to do with the images the song was played over but it was haunting, it was moody, it was summing things...
People are afraid to merge on freeways in Los Angeles. This is the first thing I hear when I come back to the city. Blair picks me up from LAX and mutters this under her breath as she drives up the on...
Later, as she's putting the dress back on, I notice a bruise on the side of her torso that I had'nt seen before.Who did that to you I ask.Oh that She says? You did
It wasn't until the show was almost over that I figured out what it was: the crack above my David Onica that I had asked the doorman to tell the superintendent to fix. On my way out this morning, I st...
I want to moan and writhe with you and I want to go up to you and kiss your mouth and pull you to me and say I love you I love you I love you while stripping. I want you so bad it stings.
A drug dealer on Thirteenth Street who offers me crack and blindly I wave a fifty at him and he says Oh, man gratefully and shakes my hand, pressing five vials into my palm which I proceed to eat whol...
To Evelyn our relationship is yellow and blue, but to me it’s a gray place, most of it blacked out, bombed, footage from the film in my head is endless shots of stone and any language heard is utterly...