Quotes About Yearning

I wanted to destroy everything beautiful I'd never have. Burn the Amazon rain forests. Pump chlorofluorocarbons straight up to gobble the ozone. Open the dump valves on supertankers and uncap offshore oil wells. I wanted to kill all the fish I couldn't afford to eat, and smother the French beaches I'd never see. I wanted the whole world to hit bottom.

No matter how many luxuries you get, something will be missing. No matter how carefully you choose, you'll never be totally happy.

All I want is somebody to ask me what happened. Then, I'll get on with my life.

I am helpless. I am stupid, and all I do is want and need things. My tiny life. My little shit job. My Swedish furniture. I never, no, never told anyone this, but before I met Tyler, I was planning to buy a dog and name it Entourage. This is how bad your life can get.

Give me romance. Flash. Give me denial.

Give me release. I'm tired of this world of appearances. Pigs that only look fat. Families that look happy. Give me deliverance. From what only looks like generosity. What only looks like love. Flash.

She kept hoping that something would happen to rescue her from her own small-scale, predictable dreams.

Give me attention. Flash. Give me adoration. Flash. Give me a break. Flash

I want to fuck you so bad I can taste it

You can't kiss someone who has no lips. Oh love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me. I'll be anybody you want me to be.

Oh, I wish I could make my poor heart just burst.

She could see it so clear. She could picture every room, inside every house. And the more she could imagine this island, the less she liked the real world. The more she could imagine the people, the less she liked any real people.

I cross my fingers that if a demon dunks me in a vat of boiling lava I'll get thrown together naked with River Phoenix, and that he'll say I'm cute and try to kiss me.

Perhaps life itself occurred as a sort of prison she felt compelled to escape.

Give me homesickness. Flash. Give me nostalgic childhood yearnings. Flash.

Give me attention. Flash. Give me beauty. Flash. Give me peace and happiness, a loving relationship, and a perfect home. Flash.

Power, money, food, sex, love. Can we ever get enough, or will getting some make us crave even more?

May I never be complete May I never be content May I never be perfect

She's seen it, pictured it, dreamed of it. She's wanted it so bad.

The lye clinging in the exact shape of Tyler's kiss is a bonfire or a branding iron or an atomic pile meltdown on my hand at the end of a long, long road I picture miles away from me. Tyler tells me to come back and be with him. My hand is leaving, tiny and on the horizon at the end of the road.

I feel my heart ache, but I've forgotten what that feeling means.

Give me a voice. Flash. Give me a face.

Quiero tener un aborto tuyo.

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