it’s that time of night where i’m just gonna sigh heavily and try to not be too depressing. I think i’ve spread my misery enough for one day. (something unfortunately true.)
You know why I don’t ask what this is.
Because I don’t look a gift horse in the fucking mouth. Hey it is what it is, and I’ll constantly worry I’m being too sappy, or talking too much, or bothering you but I’m not gonna make that conversation happen.
“When you’ve lost all your play, guess what love becomes. Work. Work that gets harder every hour.”
— Martin Amis, House of Meetings
“Of course my jokes are in poor taste, inappropriate, and confused; they reveal my lack of security. But that is because I have no respect for myself.”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from Underground
“I think that is why we stay close to our families, no matter how neurotic the members, how deeply annoying or dull- because when people have seen you at your worst, you don’t have to put on the mask as much.”
― Anne Lamott, Traveling Mercies
“But she was seventeen now and not actually dumb. She knew that you could love somebody more than anything and still not love the person all that much, if you were busy with other things.”
― Jonathan Franzen, Freedom
“You know, it’s quite an undertaking to start loving somebody. You have to have energy, generosity, blindness… There is even a moment, right at the start, where you have to jump across an abyss; if you think about it you don’t do it.”
— Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea
“The real marriage of true minds is for any two people to possess a sense of humor or irony pitched in exactly the same key, so that their joint glances on any subject cross like interarching search-lights.”
— Edith Wharton, A Backward Glance
