No, man. Alaska, Alaska. I’m gonna be all the way out there, all the way fucking out there. Just on my own.
You know, about getting out of this sick society. Society, man! You know, society! Cause, you know what I don’t understand? I don’t understand why people, why every fucking person is so bad to each other so fucking often. It doesn’t make sense to me. Judgment. Control. All that, the whole spectrum.
They both turned at the same time. They were close against each other. She felt him trembling and her fists were tight enough to crack. ‘Oh, God,’ he kept saying over and over. It was like her head was broke off from her body and thrown away. And her eyes looked up straight into the blinding sun while she counted something in her mind. And then this was the way. This was how it was. — The Heart is a Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers (1940)
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I will always be the virgin-prostitute, the perverse angel, the two-faced sinister and saintly woman. — Anaïs Nin
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only oscar moment that matters.
I would be a three-legged mutt, because I’d be like a highly respected minority, and I’d be all the dogs’ fetishes.
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