The ladies pass the timee with gossip and hearsay. This is what they have in place of freedom- gime and gossip. Their lives are small and careful. I do not wish to live this way. I should like to make my mark. To venture opinions that may not be polite or even correct but are mine nonetheless. If I am to be hanged for anything, I should like to feel that I go to the gallows on my own strength.
It's possible to pretend I'm someone other than who I am, and if I pretend long enough, I can believe it.
I know I've done the right thing but I couldn't feel worse about it, and I suppose that is part of what it is to lead.
The face staring back at me isn't beautiful but she isn't something that would scare the horses, either.
I change the world, the world changes me.
The dark does not weep for itself because there is no light. Rather, it accepts that it is the dark.
These are hard times. The world hurts. We live in fear and forget to walk with hope. But hope has not forgotten you. So ask it to dinner. It's probably hungry and would appreciate the invitation.
No one can steal our dream.
Nobody Wants to be themselves. That's why there's tv. -Ephigenia.
Come awake, Tom. Fathers can willfully hurt their children. They can be addicts too weak to give up their vices, no matter the pain it causes. Mothers can turn you invisible with neglect. They can erase you with a denial, a refusal to see. Friends can deceive you. People lie. It is a cold, hard world. I do not blame Nell Hawkins for retreating from it into a madness of her own choosing.
Wow, you're awesome and The universe loves a winner, so the universe must really love you!
Dude, this is a stoner conversation and we're not even high
- So my own sister will not promote me? Speaking of which, weren't you supposed to find me a beautiful future wife with a small fortune? Have you had any success on that front? - Yes - I have warned them all.
The uncertainty of our future is nothing more than a fog of breath on a windowpane.
Time has no meaning. I feel as if I have been left in the desert to die and am eagerly awaiting the vultures to begin their work and end my misery.
I don't have time to feel sorry for myself. I've got to think.
Yes, go on. Leave. You're always coming and going. The rest of us are stuck here. Do you think he'd still love you if he knew who you are? He doesn't really care—only when it suits him.
This is how the fire starts. This is how we burn.
J.T Woodland, known as “the cute one” in The Corporation’s seventh-grade boy band, Boyz Will B Boyz. Due to the success of their triple-platinum hit, “Let Me Shave Your Legs Tonight, Girl,” Boyz Will B Boyz ruled the charts for a solid eleven months before hitting puberty and losing ground to Hot Vampire Boyz.
Feast for the Fisherman, the ultimate emo band. Said to be sold with a complimentary prescription for antidepressants and a free flatiron.
Brought to you by The Corporation: In your homes and in your pants.
It's always darkest before the ultimate sparkle.
They misspelled 'party.' How evil genius can they be?
The line between faith and fanaticism is a constantly shifting one,” Dr. Poblocki said. “When does belief become justification? When does right become rationale and crusade become crime?
I’m from the health department. You’ve heard of Typhoid Mary? This fella’s got enough typhoid to start his own colony.
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