I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables — slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don’t need. We’re the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War’s a spiritual war… our Great Depression is our lives. We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won’t. And we’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off.
- Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club
But I have my life, I’m living it. It’s twisted, exhausting, uncertain, and full of guilt, but nonetheless, there’s something there.
- Banana Yoshimoto, The Lake
(Source: sad-plath, via sad-plath)
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love
- Warsan Shire, For Women Who Are Difficult To Love
Darling, all night
I have been flickering, off, on, off, on.
- Sylvia Plath,
“Fever 103°.” from Ariel: The Restored Edition