"You see I think everything’s terrible anyhow, " she went on in a convinced way. "Everybody thinks so—the most advanced people. And I KNOW. I’ve been everywhere and seen everything and done everything." Her eyes flashed around her in a defiant way, rather like Tom’s, and she laughed with thrilling scorn. "Sophisticated—God, I’m sophisticated!"
“I have the feeling that drinking is a form of suicide where you’re allowed to return to life and begin all over the next day. It’s like killing yourself, and then you’re reborn. I guess I’ve lived about ten or fifteen thousand lives now.”—
my friend asked for my top ten songs of the moment, this is what I spit out:
passion pit: sleepyhead la roux: bulletproof lady gaga: bad romance built to spill: car neutral milk hotel: song against sex bomb the music industry: stuff that I like stars: your ex-lover is dead beach house: lovelier girl brand new: jesus fleet foxes: white winter hymnal
“I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. this is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion”—