‘What kind of fuckery is this..?’
‘Distill the life that’s inside of me…’
‘I think I’ve reached that point…’
I mean, I don’t understand either.
It’s a pity. A real shame.
Shame? It’s fucking awful…
‘….So drink, drink, drink and be ill tonight…’
‘I know that living with you, baby, was sometimes hard…
…But I’m willing to give it another try’
‘It’s A Wonderful Life’
‘You could have achieved so much more, if you weren’t so fucking insecure’
‘It’s never too late to be what you might have been’
– George Eliot
That’s close enough.
‘No one knows…’
‘What a mess…’
‘I hope you get all you want from life…
…sex, drugs and rock & roll etc’
Sticks and stones definitely break bones
And words have always fucking hurt
Stop feeding your kids this bullshit
It only makes things worse
‘Forgive me … I have lost too much’
What I wouldn’t give to be creative
and be able to express it.
What I wouldn’t give
isn’t worth knowing about.