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I don’t know if you have ever felt like this, but I’ve always felt very uncomfortable and impatient with wherever I happen to be after a certain point. I get bored and irritated and everything I think is in the future tense. I’ve always felt jumpy, like I couldn’t stay in one place for any More ...
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It’s so tempting to go swimming and lay out by the pool and get drunk and do any of the innumerable decadent things one does in Palm Springs. But I’m just too lazy and the thought of mingling with all these obnoxious suntanned people fills me with dread. – The Informers (Bret Easton Ellis) More ...
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… things changing, falling apart, fading, another year, a few more moves, a hard person who doesn’t give a fuck, a boredom so monumental it humbles, arrangements so fleeting made by people you don’t even know that it requires you to lose an sense of reality you might have once acquired, expectations so unreasonable you More ...
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My eyes skim pages of advertisments that show me the best way to live. – The Informers (Bret Easton Ellis) More ...
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I wondered suddenly if he was Catholic. My spirits rose: Catholic boys will usually do anything. – The Rules of Attraction (Bret Easton Ellis) More ...
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Judy knows it. I know it. When the going gets tough, the tough go drinking. – The Rules of Attraction (Bret Easton Ellis) More ...
about 10 years ago - No comments
You try to care. But you can’t. Even if you wanted to, you can’t. And now, in this room, it occurs to you that they know this too. Confusion and hopelessness don’t necessarily cause a person to act. Someone from my first publicist’s office told me this a long time ago. Only now does it More ...
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It seems impossible that I will ever get out of this house. Under my breath I’m telling myself, It’s just another scene, it’s just another phase, like it’s a lyric from a song that means something. – Glamorama (Bret Easton Ellis) More ...
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The extent of the destruction is a blur and its aftermath somehow feels beside the point. The point is the bomb itself, its placement, its activation – that’s the statement. Not Brigid blown apart beyond recognition or the force of the blast flinging thirty students closest to the car forty, fifty feet into the air More ...
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The Gucci tote bag sits on the bed. It’s so cold in the room that Felix’s breath steams. A fly lands on his hand. Felix unzips the tote bag. He stares into it, quizzically. It’s filled with red and black confetti. He brushes the confetti away. Something reveals itself. “No,” Felix says. The bomb swallows More ...