| "Don’t focus on the one guy who hates you. You don’t go to the park and set your picnic down next to the only pile of dog shit." |
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| I wish I had some sluttier friends...
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| "The article described a pseudotypical Los Angeles woman, prone to suicide, sexually jaded, hooked on pills and astrologically obsessed, who was supposed to be the wave of the future for all American women coming into their early 20s," Time went on.
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| "That's what writing is to me: a way of postponing the day when I won't do it any more, the day when I will sink into a depression so profound it will be indistinguishable from perfect bliss."
-Geoff Dyer
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