Now here I am, seventeen with a bullet.
I wanted to know how ugly I could get, how ruined and ugly and spoiled, before they stopped trying to fuck me. I didn't think they'd ever notice. Nobody had so far. Because I was still in the shape of...
He was addicted to meand now he has gone cold turkey. He used to send me fifty texts a day. And now he is ignoring me. It's like I was once his Barack Obama. And now I am John McCain, conceding defeat...
In the grip of madness, materialism begins to look like an admirable belief system.
I still believe that you truly find yourself not in travel, but in other human souls.
Hotel rooms are funny things. They make everything look different. If people have to sleep with each other, sexually or platonically, they should do it in kitchens. The kitchen is the epicenter of tru...
And if you don’t know who you are, or if your real self has drifted away from you with the undertow, madness at least gives you an identity.
I think that's such a beautiful sentiment. Love should only last as long as a very expensive and impractical bikini that looks stunning, but dissolves in the sea within days. So many pop songs tell of...
Are you mine?Yes.Are you mine?Yes.Are you mine?No.No?No. I loved being yours. But now I’m mine, which is all I ever was, in the end.
You’re like Marilyn Monroe,’ Ken tells me, which I take as a compliment and say a nervous Thank You. Interrupting, he adds, ‘You’re all velvet and Velcro. Men want you because you’re sexy and broken a...
He says he thanks every star the we existed on the same clestial plain. But here we are on earth, dirty, well used, a man made throughaway for intersecting dreams.
We all perform. It's what we do for each other all the time, deliberately or unintentionally. It's a way of telling about ourselves in the hope of being recognized as what we'd like to be.
At the exit, they sell home-made soap with the evil eye attached, to protect yourself from people who'd wish you ill. I buy one, wondering, How do you hang it inside yourself?
The sadness the general sadness that squats and pees inside my brain isn't over. It never will be. I know how best to chase it away, though. It usually works. Sometimes it doesn't. But I pray and sa...
I win, and we discover that when men peer into a car that is blasting True Faith on the outskirts of San Franscisco, they are disappointed to see three women.