#drunk

Yeah, I know, some people are against drunk driving, and I call those people "the cops." But you know, sometimes, you've just got no choice; those kids gotta get to school! ↗

— Dave Attell

#call #choice #cops #driving #drunk

I think a man ought to get drunk at least twice a year just on principle, so he won't let himself get snotty about it. ↗

— Raymond Chandler

#drunk #get #himself #i #i think

Everybody gets too drunk sometimes; and even if everybody didn't, I have gotten too drunk sometimes. I haven't hurt anybody. In Ireland we drink a lot. It's part of our culture. I like drinking. I don't think it's a bad thing. ↗

— Andrea Corr

#bad #bad thing #culture #drink #drinking

There is a communion of more than our bodies when bread is broken and wine drunk. ↗

— M. F. K. Fisher

#bread #broken #communion #drunk #more

Many people have played themselves to death. Many people have eaten and drunk themselves to death. Nobody ever thought himself to death. ↗

— Gilbert Highet

#drunk #eaten #ever #himself #many

Things got so bad that when I went shopping for a house, some people would refuse to open the door if they saw it was me standing there. And drunks would always want to challenge me. ↗

— Edward G. Robinson

#bad #challenge #door #drunks #got

Only weeks after Oslo began, when nearly all the world and most of Israel was drunk with the idea of peace, I argued that a Palestinian society not constrained by democratic norms would be a fear society that would pose a grave threat to Israel. ↗

— Natan Sharansky

#argued #began #constrained #democratic #drunk

So they gave me love in form of poison and tiny little pills, programming my emotions, teaching me how to feel. To act correct and talk correct and answer without knowing the question, because that, my dear, is how you get love. Yes that, dear youth, is how you'll be loved. I tried to medicate my own fucked up little mind with chemicals and adrenaline, tasting sweeter every night, shaking louder every time. Sitting wide awake in bed until the world disappears, writing poetry to concentrate on something real while waiting for the love to arrive. I've been looking for it night after night, waiting patiently for it to show up, maybe somewhere in between the state of awake and asleep, alive and not so alive, sober and not so sober. (I lost track of the difference somewhere in between.) ↗

— Charlotte Eriksson

#finding-yourself #love #lucid-dreaming #night #pills

The moon looked like melted mozzarella to my bleary and blurry vision. Was I tired, intoxicated, or in love? Or was I sober, asleep, and alone?
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— Jarod Kintz

#asleep #blurry #cheese #drunk #intoxicated

I loved the full heat of being drunk, like I was made of melting chocolate and spreading in all directions. ↗

— Leslie Jamison

#drunk #drunken-behaviour #drunkenness #love