Всё схуиёбилось.
The movie was very different from the book in that there was nothing from the book in the movie. Despite everything — all the pain I felt, the betrayal — I couldn't help but recognize a truth while si...
That's how I became the damaged party boy who wandered through the wreckage, blood streaming from his nose, asking questions that never required answers. That's how I became the boy who never understo...
I wasn't acting on passion. I was simply acting.
And it struck me then, that I liked Sean because he looked, well, slutty. A boy who had been around. A boy who couldn't remember if he was Catholic or not.
– Мне кажется, лучше умереть при крушении самолета, чем любой другой смертью, – спустя некоторое время произнес отец. – Я думаю, это было бы кошмарно. – Ничего бы не было. Ты вваливаешься в самолет, п...
Вечеринка в стиле заебись. Только нагнись, и тебя заебут по гланды.
Will you call me before Christmas?' she asks.Maybe.' I pull on my vest, wondering why I even came here in the first place.You've still got my number, don't you?' She reaches for a pad and begins to wr...
Well, I'm sorry. I smile. I'm having problems.
There's a moment of sheer terror when I discover Paul's apartment overlooks the park
The real Julian Wells didn't die in a cherry-red convertible, overdosing on a highway in Joshua Tree while a choir soared over the sound track.
So many people died last year: the accidental overdose, the car wreck in East Hampton, the surprise illness. People just disappeared. I fall asleep to the music coming from the Abbey, a song from the...
Me mira fijamente, y la mirada que le devuelvo es el principio de todo, y me imagino el futuro: ¿Por qué me odias?, imagino que dice la voz angustiada de una chica. ¿Qué te he hecho?, imagino que grit...
I'm thinking about the beautiful boy on the treadmill wearing the I STILL HAVE A DREAM T-shirt and realize that it might not have been ironic.
I kept staring into the blackness of the woods, drawn into the darkness as I always had been. I suddenly realized how alone I was. (But this is how you travel, the wind whispered back, this is how you...
Everything suddenly seems displaced, subtle gradations erase borders, but it’s more forceful than that.
Судя по всему, мать уже две недели постоянно убирается на чердаке и находит одни и те же фотографии с Рождества в Нью-Йорке. Я это Рождество помню смутно. Как она несколько часов выбирала мне платье в...
Women aren't very bright, Rip says. Studies have been done.
There's a man sitting at the table next to ours whose eyes are closed very tightly. The girl he's sitting with doesn't seem to mind and picks at a salat. When the man finally opens his eyes, I'm relie...
She immediately moves into me and says she is sorry and then she's guiding me toward the bedroom and this is the way I always wanted the scene to play out and then it does and it has to because it doe...