When they save all of their smiles for other people, that’s when you know you’ve lost.
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God I love Germans. Clever, no-nonsense, beautiful people.
Deutsch ist die Sprache des Genies! Wirklich!
Someday when my career is made and my love life is set forever, I’m going to come back to this blog and post all of the great rants I’ve sent to my friends about work and life and friendship and relationships. There are so many things in life that are absolutely true but that can absolutely not be said out loud because you depend for a living and for companionship on people and businesses that absolutely cannot handle criticism or honest appraisals in any way whatsoever.
After all, what’s a worker in capitalism but a liar? And what’s a fool in love but a fraud?
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Women all want to be worshipped. Well who’s gonna worship me? Who’s gonna worship the other men? Oh, that’s right, nobody.
I have over 30 messages in my voicemail box, and I haven’t listened to any of them. I just can’t do it. I think I’ll let them all fade away gracefully like venerable old poets.
§ As you get older, the ghosts become more real than anything else.
§ Under the leaves, soil. Under the soil, stone. Under the stone, souls.
§ Radically empowering individuals in society may be the worst mistake we ever made.
§ Want to be a radical? Refuse to suffer. Then, wait for the assault.
§ Goodbye 2017, part two. (The real part.)
§ Sometimes you find home where you’ve never been—and you dwell where you aren’t.
§ The self can’t play Atlas for postmodernity because science is now supernatural.
§ Rehab is universal. So is history.
§ Identity, transcendence, and tactics.
§ Untitled. (a.k.a. Pretty faces, new old photos.)