May 2013
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Cautiously, I allowed myself to feel good at times. I found moments of peace in...
– Charles Bukowski, Let it Enfold You
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Dreams flooded over me; I lay weary and hopeless in my bed.
– Franz Kafka, The Blue Octavo Notebooks
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My heartbeat has reached the epitome of rottenness; It is no longer part of my...
– Friedrich Nietzsche, Selected Letters
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The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours,...
– Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye
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I hope I’m not around much to see what becomes of me.
– Friedrich Nietzsche, Selected Letters
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April 2013
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To my dismay the world could not be fucked, smoked or snorted — I wished I could...
– Benedict Smith, Little Death
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It was not the feeling of completeness I so needed, but the feeling of not being...
– Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated
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I could see the veins through your skin like a map to inside you.
– Francesca Lia Block, Wasteland
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