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?
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.
—¿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...
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...
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...
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.
My mask of sanity was a victim of impending slippage.
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.
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.
Why was I holding on to something that would never be mine? But isn't that what people do?
Ted
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...
Because the writer resented that she had turned to me I became the handsome and dazed narrator, incapable of love or kindness. That's how I became the damaged party boy who wandered through the wrecka...
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?
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...
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 needed something--the distraction of another life--to alleviate fear.
My pain is constant and sharp, and I do not hope for a better world for anyone.
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.