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  • #1
    Leo Tolstoy
    “It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness.”
    Leo Tolstoy, The Kreutzer Sonata

  • #2
    Leo Tolstoy
    “Boredom: the desire for desires.”
    Leo Tolstoy

  • #3
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can't see from the center.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Player Piano

  • #4
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, The Sirens of Titan

  • #5
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “And I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, 'If this isn't nice, I don't know what is.”
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr., A Man Without a Country

  • #6
    Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
    “In the beginning, God created the earth, and he looked upon it in His cosmic loneliness.

    And God said, "Let Us make living creatures out of mud, so the mud can see what We have done." And God created every living creature that now moveth, and one was man. Mud as man alone could speak. God leaned close to mud as man sat up, looked around, and spoke. Man blinked. "What is the purpose of all this?" he asked politely.

    "Everything must have a purpose?" asked God.

    "Certainly," said man.

    "Then I leave it to you to think of one for all this," said God.

    And He went away.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Cat’s Cradle

  • #7
    Caitlyn Siehl
    “When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it.”
    Caitlyn Siehl, Literary Sexts: A Collection of Short & Sexy Love Poems

  • #8
    Caitlyn Siehl
    “when you walk, you look like you’re trying to disappear.
    your back is gonna be fucked up.
    why do you think change is so hard? is it because you’re afraid?
    people might think you’re pretty, but they’ll never love you.
    you talk like you’re apologizing for your own voice.
    speak up.
    grow up.
    find your spine, stop shrinking.
    there is nothing brave about keeping silent.
    how many times have you been in love? I can’t picture it ever happening for you.
    you lie because it makes you feel free. this is a prison.
    you’re always gonna think about him. you will never get him out of your system.
    I wish I never had to see you again.
    you poor thing.
    go to hell.
    you may be a nice person but you will never be a good person.
    no one is ever going to want to touch you.
    is there a vision in your head of who you want to be?
    you do not have the strength to become her.
    there is no boat big enough to keep you from drowning in the sea of yourself.
    go to bed, baby.
    you are tired from all of this nothing.
    sleep.
    rest.”
    Caitlyn Siehl

  • #9
    Caitlyn Siehl
    “When they don’t love you the way you want to, you mourn that for however long you need to. But then you get back up and you remind yourself. You are not a reflection of the people who can’t love you. You will love again. You will be loved again.”
    Caitlyn Siehl

  • #10
    Caitlyn Siehl
    “eat, baby.
    eat.
    chew.
    please.
    I know it hurts. I know it doesn’t feel good.
    please.
    I know your hunger is different than mine.
    I know it doesn’t taste the same as mine.
    imagine you could grow up all over again
    and pinpoint the millisecond that you started
    counting calories like casualties of war,
    mourning each one like it had a family.
    would you?
    sometimes I wonder that.
    sometimes I wonder if you would go back
    and watch yourself reappear and disappear right in front of your own eyes.
    and I love you so much.
    I am going to hold your little hand through the night.
    just please eat. just a little.
    you wrote a poem once,
    about a city of walking skeletons.
    the teacher called home because you
    told her you wished it could be like that
    here.
    let me tell you something about bones, baby.
    they are not warm or soft.
    the wind whistles through them like they are
    holes in a tree.
    and they break, too. they break right in half.
    they bruise and splinter like wood.
    are you hungry?
    I know. I know how much you hate that question.
    I will find another way to ask it, someday.
    please.
    the voices.
    I know they are all yelling at you to stretch yourself thinner.
    l hear them counting, always counting.
    I wish I had been there when the world made you
    snap yourself in half.
    I would have told you that your body is not a war-zone,
    that, sometimes,
    it is okay to leave your plate empty.”
    Caitlyn Siehl

  • #11
    Caitlyn Siehl
    “I mean, I hope you're happy,
    But the sky is still the sky without you,
    And I'm not surprised by that anymore.”
    Caitlyn Siehl
    tags: love

  • #12
    Isaac Marion
    “All the shitty stuff people do to themselves... it can all be the same thing, you know? Just a way to drown out your own voice. To kill your memories without having to kill yourself.”
    Isaac Marion, Warm Bodies

  • #13
    Carrie Fisher
    “There's no room for demons when you're self-possessed.”
    Carrie Fisher

  • #14
    “They all laughed when I said I'd become a comedian. Well, they're not laughing now.”
    Bob Monkhouse, Crying With Laughter: My Life Story

  • #15
    John Ringo
    “Is it just me or is this like a bad TV sci-fi show?”
    John Ringo, When the Devil Dances

  • #16
    “Compared to bipolar's magic, reality seems a raw deal. It's not just the boredom that makes recovery so difficult, it's the slow dawning pain that comes with sanity - the realization of illnesss, the humiliating scenes, the blown money and friendships and confidence. Depression seems almost inevitable. The pendulum swings back from transcendence in shards, a bloody, dangerous mess. Crazy high is better than crazy low. So we gamble, dump the pills, and stick it to the control freaks and doctors. They don't understand, we say. They just don't get it. They'll never be artists.”
    David Lovelace, Scattershot: My Bipolar Family

  • #17
    “I know the empathy borne of despair; I know the fluidity of thought, the expansive, even beautiful, mind that hypomania brings, and I know this is quicksilver and precious and often it's poison. There has always existed a sort of psychic butcher who works the scales of transcendence, who weighs out the bloody cost of true art.”
    David Lovelace, Scattershot: My Bipolar Family

  • #18
    “Love is not enough. It takes courage to grab my father's demon, my own, or - God help me - my child's and strap it down and stop its mad jig; to sit in a row of white rooms filled with pills and clubbed dreamers and shout: stop smiling, shut up; shut up and stop laughing; you're sitting in hell. Stop preaching; stop weeping. You are a manic-depressive, always. your life is larger than most, unimaginable. You're blessed; just admit it and take the damn pill.”
    David Lovelace, Scattershot: My Bipolar Family

  • #19
    “I've been accustomed to mysteries, holy and otherwise, since I was a child. Some of us care for orphans, amass fortunes, raise protests or Nielsen ratings; some of us take communion or whiskey or poison. Some of us take lithium and antidepressants, and most everyone believes these pills are fundamentally wrong, a crutch, a sign of moral weakness, the surrender of art and individuality. Bullshit. Such thinking guarantees tradgedy for the bipolar. Without medicine, 20 percent of us, one in five, will commit suicide. Six-gun Russian roulette gives better odds. Denouncing these medicines makes as much sense as denouncing the immorality of motor oil. Without them, sooner or later the bipolar brain will go bang. I know plenty of potheads who sermonize against the pharmaceutical companies; I know plenty of born-again yoga instructors, plenty of missionaries who tell me I'm wrong about lithium. They don't have a clue.”
    David Lovelace, Scattershot: My Bipolar Family

  • #20
    “That sounds so weird: "kill yourself." It makes it sound like you tried to murder someone, only that someone is you. But killing someone is wrong, and I don't think suicide is. It's my life, right? I should be able to end it if I want to. I don't think it's a sin.”
    Michael Thomas Ford, Suicide Notes

  • #21
    Tallulah Bankhead
    “If I had to live my life again, I'd make the same mistakes, only sooner.”
    Tallulah Bankhead

  • #22
    Tallulah Bankhead
    “Nobody can be exactly like me. Sometimes even I have trouble doing it.”
    Tallulah Bankhead

  • #23
    Tallulah Bankhead
    “My father warned me about men and booze but he never said anything about women and cocaine.”
    Tallulah Bankhead

  • #24
    Tallulah Bankhead
    “Say anything about me, darling, as long as it isn't boring.”
    Tallulah Bankhead

  • #25
    Tallulah Bankhead
    “I'd rather be strongly wrong than weakly right.”
    Tallulah Bankhead

  • #26
    Tallulah Bankhead
    “I have three phobias which, could I mute them,would make my life as slick as a sonnet,but dull as ditch water:I hate to go to bed,I hate to get up and I hate to be alone...”
    Tallulah Bankhead

  • #27
    Tallulah Bankhead
    “Fill what is empty, empty what is full, and scratch where it itches.”
    Tallulah Bankhead
    tags: humor

  • #28
    Tallulah Bankhead
    “Cocaine isn't habit forming. I should know, I've been using it for years”
    Tallulah Bankhead

  • #29
    Tallulah Bankhead
    “I've had a man and I've had a woman, and there's got to be something better.”
    Tallulah Bankhead

  • #30
    William S. Burroughs
    “Nobody owns life, but anyone who can pick up a frying pan owns death.”
    William S. Burroughs



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