I wish I weren’t reeling at all.

life perpetuated in parti-colored loves and beautiful lies all in different languages.

See how free we are! as a nation of persons.

Each time my heart is broken it makes me feel more adventurous (and how the same names keep recurring on that interminable list!), but one of these days there'll be nothing left with which to venture forth. Why should I share you? Why don't you get rid of someone else for a change?

oh god it’s wonderful to get out of bed and drink too much coffee and smoke too many cigarettes and love you so much

I wonder if the course of narcissism through the ages would have been any different had Narcissus first peered into a cesspool. He probably did.

There should be so much more, not of orange, of words, of how terrible orange is and life.