“And I’m damned if I do & damned if I don’t, so here’s to drinks in the dark at the end of my rope.” — Florence + the Machine, “Shake It Out”.
“That’s how I’d explore a strange planet, with a girl in a cocktail dress.” — Dad while watching the original Star Trek episode “What Little Girls Are Made Of”.
“As a Taurus, you don’t get swept off your feet by the first person who shows an interest in you.”
Jean Shrimpton on the cover of Harper’s Bazaar, April 1965.
“Grow up, Heather. Bulimia is so ‘87.” — Heather Chandler, “Heathers”.
“You want to be taken seriously? Stop dressing like a little girl.”
— Joan Holloway, Mad Men.
“I’ve had mine and you’ve had yours, we both know.” — Florence + the Machine, “Take Care”.
“And so you run.” — Digitalism, “Forrest Gump”.
he says, pulling away from a hug I hadn’t anticipated.
“What do you mean?” Agitated already, I don’t have the patience to figure out what he means, without asking first. The want to care escapes me.
“You have furniture,” pointedly acknowledging the suede couch we were only moments ago sitting on, he chuckles.
Furniture. Right. When this began, seven months ago, my apartment consisted of two chairs, a card table, a coffee table, and my bed. With the addition of the couch, a few more chairs, an entertainment center, a dresser, and a television set, I have acquired many things. Stuff. Junk. Clutter. The things in my apartment stress me out.
He stresses me out.
The thought passes through my mind as I am skimming the morning paper.
Droughts. Earthquakes. Fires. Floods. Hurricanes. Tornadoes.
Destruction.
Death.
But. who would dare to blame the mother of the earth? After all, her inhabitants raped her of her pride and beauty. Man used her resources for personal gain, not for the benefit of mankind.
Perhaps, in pain, Mother Nature is simply striking back at the human race with vengeance.
“I don’t ever wanna be here.” — The Naked and Famous, “Punching In A Dream”.
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