A girl calls and asks, "Does it hurt very much to die?" "Well, sweetheart," I tell her, "yes, but it hurts a lot more to keep living.
No matter how careful you are, there's going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn't experience it all. There's that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should've been paying attention. Well, get used to that feeling. That's how your whole life will feel some day. This is all practice.
You know how they say you only hurt the ones you love? Well, it works both ways.
When we don't know who to hate, we hate ourselves.
If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character...Would you slow down? Or speed up?
You are not your job, you're not how much money you have in the bank. You are not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You are not your fucking khakis. You are all singing, all dancing crap of the world.
If you love something set it free, but don't be surprised if it comes back with herpes.
Just for the record, the weather today is calm and sunny, but the air is full of bullshit.
Today is the sort of day where the sun only comes up to humiliate you.
Ok. You fuck me, then snub me. You love me, you hate me. You show me a sensitive side, then you turn into a total asshole. Is this a pretty accurate description of our relationship.