she despised the notion of solitude, repulsed by the image of herself as a bitter havisham holed up in her mansion with her dollars and her dresses and her cats.
and so she’d go; roaming the broken landscape with a certain sadness, for years still haunted and haunting, heartsick and alone, the wail within her never quite reaching a crescendo.
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somebody loves you if they can order you food without having to be told what you want. somebody loves you if they rub your back at any given moment. somebody loves you if they give you oral sex without expecting anything back.
somebody will always love you. if you don’t think this is true, then you’re not paying close enough attention.
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lester bangs: aw, man. you made friends with them. see, friendship is the booze they feed you. they want you to get drunk on feeling like you belong.
william miller: well, it was fun.
lester bangs: they make you feel cool. and hey. i met you. you are not cool.
william miller: i know. even when i thought i was, i knew i wasn’t.
lester bangs: that’s because we’re uncool. and while women will always be a problem for us, most of the great art in the world is about that very same problem. good-looking people don’t have any spine. their art never lasts. they get the girls, but we’re smarter.
william miller: i can really see that now.
lester bangs: yeah, great art is about conflict and pain and guilt and longing and love disguised as sex, and sex disguised as love… and let’s face it, you got a big head start.
william miller: i’m glad you were home.
lester bangs: i’m always home. i’m uncool.
william miller: me too!
lester bangs: the only true currency in this bankrupt world is what we share with someone else when we’re uncool.
william miller: i feel better.
lester bangs: my advice to you. i know you think those guys are your friends. you wanna be a true friend to them? be honest, and unmerciful.
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