I am in an absolutely mad state, abnormally sensitive, magnifying everything, emotional, full of anguish and nervousness.

therapy isn't enough. I need to go back to my childhood and trace the patterns on the carpet with my finger until the world feels quiet again.

«برای هیچ»
تو صفحاتِ آخر کتاب، سلین چندبار تکرار کرده بود که چقدر همه چیز، برای هیچه. کاش میتونستم رو دستم تتوش کنم

but in truth, if we live if we die it's just the same

pussy from a girl who acts like tony soprano

and honestly we’re fine with it…

wanna try out some freaky positions?
have you ever tried this one?