Many of us crucify ourselves between two thieves - regret for the past and fear...– Fulton Oursler (via littlemiss)
timing isn't everything; it's the only thing
if there was one thing i learned in my teens and twenties: love does not equal compatiblity. and love and compatiblity do not make up for miserable timing. because everything can be just fine, but that’s the one thing fucking you up.
Sometimes people don’t want to hear the truth because they don’t want their...– Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche (via littlemiss) he is one of my favorites.
When we arrived in Manila, it was humid and I was dazed. The airport was packed full of people and the immigration lines were long. My parents had been in the United States for what must be thirty years, but there was something in their countenance that seemed different here. My mother loves San Francisco and it’s temperate weather, and my father’s job as a civil engineer meant he...
Years before, in the essay “Why I Write”, he had described the struggle to...– “The Masterpiece That Killed George Orwell” (via Clayton Cubitt) (via reversecowgirl)
Your decision to come should have vanquished them (petty fears). You came...– Don Juan from Carlos Castaneda’s A Seperate Reality
would you rather be a whore or a john? which one are you? do you want to sell yourself and maybe have some joy derive from it, but still see yourself the way they see you? a thing. an idea. a substitute. how well do you want to know someone else’s depravity? how much humanity can you take? do you want to have what you want when you want it? do you want to be catered to with only a...
He’s just another carcass on the highway of love.– Susie’s aunt (via reversecowgirl)
the sweet taste in your mouth
conscious destruction is so very exciting, like when you humanize a force of nature, a whirlwind, a whirlpool, a tornado, i was. once in awhile, i miss the power of being able to conjure up storms and blow away bodies, without care for weight or light, suck them in, throw them around, carry them away, unbearable but so desired. i was a which way going all the way no way. ...
“you fucking ass. thanks for the bagel. i hope you get this. it’s going to rain, again. i’ll try to be at our place, but if i don’t see you in 3 days, meet me at mama’s. stay warm. 3 days. stay warm. today is day one. tomorrow is day 2. then it will be day 3. you are a dipshit” It rained for a week. Randy didn’t make it over to Mother’s Meadow...
That is one last thing to remember: writers are always selling somebody out.– Slouching Towards Bethlehem (via reversecowgirl)
The fetishization of self-destructive behavior is only romantic if you have a...– Philip-Lorca diCorcia (via reversecowgirl) (via topherchris)
I sat next to my dad on the plane. He was in great spirits, excited even. He loved going on trips. I was trying my best to be mellow after speeding for two days. I’d planned it that way, so I’d be able to crash on the 13 hour flight to Taipei. I was too still too spun to sleep, but two Valiums and a cocktail and I’d be fine. I was waiting for the refreshment cart. ...