I can’t even tell you how much I am not some 25-year-old with blue hair who’s going to come along and suddenly give your life meaning because you don’t really care about anything. I don’t owe you anything. Not finding your apathy particularly compelling doesn’t make me a bitch; it makes me a person.
(Source: man-of-prose, via wimticsasp)
You want women but you are never interested in the people you want, so you learn nothing. You’ve had love affairs but somehow you’ve stayed innocent, no not innocent, you are fundamentally vicious, but somehow immature. — Iris Murdoch, The Sea, the Sea
"I’m not sure I’d recommend that a young person go into law."
"When I was starting out, it was more of a profession, and your worth was determined by the service you provided. Now it’s become more of a business, and your worth is determined by the fee you’re able to collect."
(Source: ashletsparty, via cuntented)
Do you think I’m very beautiful? If you never see me again after tonight, will you be sad? Will you be tortured by the memory of having been with me, of having caressed me? Will you wonder if I’m with other men? Will you be jealous? Will you become obsessed? Will you carry your disappointment around with you forever? Will you be maudlin and anti-social? Will you get into fights? Will you expect other women to be somehow more like me? My mouth, my eyes, the way I wear my hair? Will you? — Surviving Desire (via vaccerelli)
A woman had to choose her own particular unhappiness carefully. That was the only happiness in life: to choose the best unhappiness. An unwise move, good God, and you could squander everything. — Lorrie Moore, Bark