some favorite quotes
Sunday, June 14, 2009, 5:24:10 PM | Rachel Elizabeth Mitchell
“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.” Neil Gaiman “I am afraid to show you who I really am, because if I show you who I really am, you might not like it--and that's all I got.” Sabrina Ward Harrison “People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.” Jim Morrison This was unexpected, my soul’s connection to you. You stole my loneliness. No one knows that I was wishing for you, a thief, to enter my house of autonomy, that I had locked my doors but my windows were open, hoping, but not believing, you would enter. —Douglas Coupland Your narcissism is so cute, I just want to gag you, throw you into the trunk of my dad’s car, take the car, drive into the woods with you, kill a deer and then fuck you. Black metal style. Grevel Lindop After Baudelaire, ‘Les Bijoux’ Knowing just what I like, she keeps her jewels on when she strips, so stone and metal gleam and clash: she's slave and conqueror in one, light and sound melting in a single dream. She crouches, but won't let herself be loved, fixing her gaze on mine, a tigress tamed by lust and music, a body restless, moved from pose to pose, erotic, unashamed, that sleepy smile enhanced by her vermilion lipgloss; the oiled mahogany other thighs, her arms, her arse; an angel of destruction with childlike candour radiant in her eyes — until the song ends, and the red spotlights flood
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