I waited patiently - years - for the pendulum to swing the other way, for men to start reading Jane Austen, learn how to knit, pretend to love cosmos, organize scrapbook parties, and make out with each other while we leer. And then we’d say, Yeah, he’s a Cool Guy.
I hate the idea of lonely. And I hate the reality of attachment.
Clever girl. You play with fire because you want to be burnt.
The people I have loved in my life have never been easy to love. I’m not used to normal. I’m used to disaster.
Augusten Burroughs, Dry (via slevvej)
Nothing tastes as good as not giving a fuck