Thursday, March 30, 2023

Who Knew She Cleaned Up So Well!


“We’re all searching for something to fill up what I like to call that big, God-shaped hole in our souls. Some people use alcohol, or sex, or their children, or food, or money, or music, or heroin. A lot of people even use the concept of God itself. I could go on and on. I used to know a girl who used shoes. She had over two-hundred pairs. But it’s all the same thing, really. People, for some stupid reason, think they can escape their sorrows.” ― Tiffanie DeBartolo

Thursday, March 23, 2023

She's A Patient Waiter...Or At Least She's Pretendin' To Be


“Maybe we're just born to love and worry about the people we know, and to go on loving and worrying even when there are more important things we should be doing. And if that means the human species is going to die out, isn't it in a way a nice reason to die out, the nicest reason you can imagine? Because when we should have been reorganising the distribution of the world's resources and transitioning collectively to a sustainable economic model, we were worrying about sex and friendship instead. Because we loved each other too much and found each other too interesting. And I love that about humanity, and in fact it's the very reason I root for us to survive―because we are so stupid about each other.” ― Sally Rooney

Thursday, March 16, 2023

Nobody Puts Rainbow Bright In The Corner


“No one is more arrogant toward women, more aggressive or scornful, than the man who is anxious about his virility.” ― Simone de Beauvoir

Thursday, March 9, 2023

I Feel So Foolish When I Have To Tinkle In Public


“This time when we kiss, I feel it in the pit of my stomach, I feel it in my heart. And I realize love isn't about sex. It's about connection.” ― Ellen Hopkins

Thursday, March 2, 2023

Okay, I'll Give You A Twirl...Just Hold My Wine


“I was always attracted not by some quantifiable, external beauty, but by something deep down, something absolute. Just as some people have a secret love for rainstorms, earthquakes, or blackouts, I liked that certain undefinable something directed my way by members of the opposite sex. For want of a better word, call it magnetism. Like it or not, it’s a kind of power that snares people and reels them in.” ― Haruki Murakami