Does my eye look okay to you?
Typography is what language looks like.
I want a guy who is masculine, good with his hands, and able to build stuff and who has survival skills. Facial hair is a big turn-on... I like a stronger, more physically imposing man - like a lumberjack.
Every hero becomes a bore at last.
I try to live life so that I can live with myself.
Eh. Hipster's not really a thing anymore. Plus, hipster or out of touch old dude? Same uniform really.
Every man has inside himself a parasitic being who is acting not at all to his advantage.
You completely unscatter me, and I appreciate that too much.
There is no Them. There are only facets of Us.
It is so hard to leave—until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world.
Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana
Caring doesn't sometimes lead to misery. It always does.
it's gonna hurt because it matters.
That's the thing about pain, it demands to be felt.
The rules of capitalization are so unfair to words in the middle of a sentence.
The 'Hipster Nerds' like stuff because they hate it. It's like they ironically like it.
And as we kept driving north, the whole family in the care together, it got darker, and snowier, until finally the road delivered us to the one place that all my youthful trips west never could: home.
And my little sister Chrissy, for teaching me that life is nothing if you're not obsessed.
I glean a few times a week, and it's all about the subject line. I look for the lyrical, "Billowy Red Scarf Girl" or the funny, "Hipster Chick Who Passed Gas," the unintentionally funny, "Looking for the Hot Girl in Pink Dress," ones that immediately suggest images, "Furry Arms Under a Yellow Umbrella," or the plain odd, "Seeking Girl Who Bit Me Twice..." I don't think I've ever abandoned one... the images usually arrive fully formed in my head as soon as I read the message, and I decide whether to draw it or not.
He was one of the numerous and varied legion of dullards, of half-animated abortions, conceited, half-educated coxcombs, who attach themselves to the idea most in fashion only to vulgarize it and who caricature every cause they serve, however sincerely.
Everything that comes together falls apart.
They love their hair because they're not smart enough to love something more interesting.
Did I help you to a fate you didn't want?
This star won't go out. And it won't. we won't let it.
She was not an adventure, she was not a fine and precious thing. She was a girl.
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