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And I renewed myself in that image, of my French piano-playing lover. But every second I died.
And it was a very dignified, respectable way to go.

Some lipsticks really do have a lasting touch, and Catholicism couldn't give a damn. Take the part where everyone drinks the blood of Christ from the same cup. Holy germ-sharing!

WiT month really helped me get over my reading slump. I love women.

gay girls lets pack it in…this was so good and then it just plunged in quality 🥲

It dawned on me that the apartment might be a front, that in a back room somewhere, a hoard of pretty girls was possibly gagged and bound, hands and feet tied together with one long, improbably knotted rope. My mouth went dry. What would become of me? I wasn't even pretty!

Brigitte represented what I imagined my future would have looked like if my aunt hadn't put me out on the street: a lifetime pensioner with an autistic dog as her only companion.

what do u do when ur suicidal but have ocd about how u die

I am assaulted by the delirious notion that I wasted my time at university… This realization gives way to a series of symptoms: a stabbing pang in the chest… another kind of pain that is slippery rather than stabbing and radiates to every extremity of my body like a weighty, ravenous sorrow... This must be like the pain that follows an abortion, the residual sadness of a life unlived, clinging clawlike to life.