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“Loneliness was never meant for the living; it was especially designed for the dying by Satan himself.
Whether we’re surrounded by loved ones or not, it’s only the one slipping into the next world that is experiencing death.
Dying is the loneliest moment of anyone’s life—and everyone seems hell-bent on getting there as fast as possible.”
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Whether we’re surrounded by loved ones or not, it’s only the one slipping into the next world that is experiencing death.
Dying is the loneliest moment of anyone’s life—and everyone seems hell-bent on getting there as fast as possible.”
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“I could tie someone up with that silk scarf and throw him into the river, his bloated body bobbing up in the morning to spoil the tourists’ breakie.
I could stab someone’s eardrums in with the stiletto of my candy-pink heels.
I could slit someone’s eyeballs open with my mermaid scale sequin bomber jacket.
And I’d look fabulous doing it.
I think about that sometimes. The utility of beauty.”
― Diary of a Damsel Dame
I could stab someone’s eardrums in with the stiletto of my candy-pink heels.
I could slit someone’s eyeballs open with my mermaid scale sequin bomber jacket.
And I’d look fabulous doing it.
I think about that sometimes. The utility of beauty.”
― Diary of a Damsel Dame
“I wonder if anyone watches me, if someone across the street sees the glow of my bedroom, the silhouette of my canopy, the flick of my vape light, the press of my palm against glass. Do they see a girl? Or do they see the monster inside the maiden?
I could be your neighbor. I could be the one who waves at your dog, the one who compliments your shoes on the train, the one who holds the door for your precious daughter.
And I could be the last thing you ever see.”
― Diary of a Damsel Dame
I could be your neighbor. I could be the one who waves at your dog, the one who compliments your shoes on the train, the one who holds the door for your precious daughter.
And I could be the last thing you ever see.”
― Diary of a Damsel Dame
“People like them never expect darkness to crawl into their perfect lives.
Robots, both of them, NPCs wandering around in the matrix as a reminder to fall in line with the made up fallacy of an American Dream—a nickname for an idea so perfectly aligned with its inevitable destiny of doom it sounds preplanned.
They pose as a remnant of the nuclear family, an idiotic ideal that catastrophically blew apart nearly immediately after conception—an intelligent design behind the hellscape we know as society.”
― Diary of a Damsel Dame
Robots, both of them, NPCs wandering around in the matrix as a reminder to fall in line with the made up fallacy of an American Dream—a nickname for an idea so perfectly aligned with its inevitable destiny of doom it sounds preplanned.
They pose as a remnant of the nuclear family, an idiotic ideal that catastrophically blew apart nearly immediately after conception—an intelligent design behind the hellscape we know as society.”
― Diary of a Damsel Dame



