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Sometimes it seemed that she and rudy were two people attempting to tango, sweating and trying, long after the orchestra had grown tired, long after everyone else had gone home. ↗


— Lorrie Moore


#stagnant-relationships #struggles-in-relationships #life

I had done either too much coke or too little, a constant problem in my life. ↗


— James Crumley


#humour #life

Dead towns are the Cathedrals of Silence. They, too, have their gargoyles, singular figures, exaggerated, dubious, set in high profile. They stand out from the mass of grey, which takes all it has in the way of character, its twitchings of stagnant life from them. Some have been distorted by solitude, others grimace with a directionless fervour; here there are masks of cherished lust, there faces ceaselessly sculpted and furrowed by mysticism. Human gargoyles, the only figures of interest in this monotonous population. ↗


— Georges Rodenbach


#cathedrals-of-silence #dead-towns #human-gargoyles #the-bells-of-bruges #life

Materialism is an identity crisis. ↗


— Bryant McGill


#life-struggles #materialism #life

To let go means to give up coercing, resisting, or struggling, in exchange for something more powerful and wholesome which comes out of allowing things to be as they are without getting caught up in your attraction to or rejection of them, in the intrinsic stickiness of wanting, of liking and disliking. ↗


— Jon Kabat-Zinn


#letting #reject #struggle #to #want

Have to Find ...life ...is ...a— ...gamble ...after ...all. ↗


— Ellen Hopkins


#real-life-struggle #sex #life

Might as Well Laugh ...remember ...when ...Life ...made ...sense ↗


— Ellen Hopkins


#real-life-struggle #sex #life

Faces ...I ...don't ...know ...the real ...me ↗


— Ellen Hopkins


#real-life-struggle #sex #life

(…) met the owner of this cozy book-and-candle Apt. G, a tall, leggy, striking girl named Bea or maybe just the letter B or maybe the insect Bee, not sure, her long blond hair pulled in a ponytail, her no-doubt banging body effortlessly buried beneath a pile of tights and sweaters and scarves – she is a walking coat rack – and as we shook hands, Bea fixed me with the most alarming blue-eyed stare of my life, the kind of stare in which you think some potent subliminal message is being passed along (Run away with me or maybe just Run away), (…) ↗


— Jess Walter


#drugs #humor #life

I'm sure there was some bloated-ego thing happening that I wasn't able to recognize, but I didn't feel like it would last for long. The weird thing is that long before we ever had success on a commercial level, I had already developed a sense of entitlement. I had an unnecessary, unwarranted, unfounded, self-centered sense of entitlement from childhood. In elementary school, I always felt like I should be the president of the school and that I was somehow above the law of the school and I could break the rules. When I moved in with my father, he was arrogant and full of himself, and that carried on to me, so I always had this sense of entitlement and a semi-false sense of self. I would steal because I had that sense, whether it was houses or cars or furniture or cactuses, whatever I understand how people can be cold and ruthless criminals, because I remember at that point in my life, I did not think of the consequences for anybody else involved except me. And the consequences for me were that I got what I wanted. ↗


— Anthony Kiedis


#life






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