A list of movies & TV series that are the best of Netflix to stream for Halloween 2017. Scary movies, horror movies, supernatural & true crime too! #scary
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My name is Jessie & this is my blog. I live just outside of Kansas City. I rant about all kinds of things, like design, books, art, poetry, music, true crime & much more.
My name is Jessie & this is my blog.
I live just outside of Kansas City.
I rant about all kinds of things, like design, books, art, poetry, music, true crime & much more.
But everything's always been fucked up. Since the dawn of time. That's why people find each other. For comfort. For shelter. They find their own little crevice in the world, shielded from all the horror.
— Drew Magary, The Postmortal
Until you’ve lost your reputation, you never realize what a burden it was or what freedom really is.
I imagined my hate as a flame racing along the dirt road until it licked at their door.
— Anna North, Outlawed
Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give but cannot. All of that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest.
— Jamie Anderson
I only feel close to people who arouse my energy, who make enormous demands of me, who are capable of enriching me with experience, pain, people who do not doubt my courage, or my toughness.
— Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anais Nin, Vol.1: 1931-1934
“You are thirty minutes late."
"Yes."
"Would you be thirty minutes late to a wedding or a funeral?"
"No."
"Why not, pray tell?"
"Well, if the funeral was mine I'd have to be on time. If the wedding was mine it would be my funeral.”
He asked, "What makes a man a writer?" "Well," I said, "it's simple. You either get it down on paper, or jump off a bridge."
— Charles Bukowski
We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.
— Anaïs Nin
Religion had always been a bargaining process with Scarlett. She promised God good behavior in exchange for favors. God had broken the bargain time and again, to her way of thinking, and she felt that she owed Him nothing at all now.
A howl was curdling inside me; the ache felt inhuman. Or maybe this was my first human feeling.
— Miranda July, The First Bad Man
Ordinary morality is only for ordinary people.
— Aleister Crowley
Please understand that I'm in full rebellion against my own mind, that when I live, I live by impulse, by emotion, by white heat.
— Anaïs Nin, Henry & June
There would never be a way for me to live comfortably with people. Maybe I'd become a monk. I'd pretend to believe in God and live in a cubicle, play an organ and stay drunk on wine. Nobody would fuck with me. I could go into a cell for months of meditation where I wouldn't have to look at anybody and they could just send in the wine.
I'd love to wear a rainbow everyday, & tell the world that everything's okay. But until we start to make a move to make a few things right, you'll never see me wear a suit of white.
— Johnny Cash, Man in Black
I have gone out, a possessed witch,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light:
lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.
A woman like that is not a woman, quite.
I have been her kind.
Grief is like a drunken houseguest, always coming back for one more goodbye hug.
— Stephen King, Bag of Bones
I worry that I am a shell for something bad. That deep down, in the spot where most people keep their souls, I keep a weird little bug. I picture him there, leaning on the apple core of my soul, crunching on what remains of what’s good of me.
Getting drunk was good. I decided that I would always like getting drunk. It took away the obvious and maybe if you could get away from the obvious often enough, you wouldn't become so obvious yourself.
I didn’t pay a hell of a lot of attention to grammar, and when I write it is for the love of the word, the color, like tossing paint on a canvas, and using a lot of ear and having read a bit here and there, I generally come out ok, but technically I don’t know what’s happening, nor do I care.
— Charles Bukowski
What was it with me? Why could I never, ever feel like I belonged anywhere?
How many generations of women had delayed their greatness only to have time extinguish it completely? How many women had run out of time while the men didn’t know what to do with theirs? And what a mean trick to call such things holy or selfless. How evil to praise women for giving up each and every dream.
Going home! That was the only thought in the soldiers’ minds. Some were sad and silent, others gay and contemptuous of hardships, but the thought that it was all over and they were going home was the one thing that sustained them. Few of them were bitter. They left bitterness to their women and their old people. They had fought a good fight, had been licked and were willing to settle down peaceably to plowing beneath the flag they had fought.
Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal.
— Albert Camus
People were the worst of gods and the worst of animals combined. Perhaps this kind of violence was the only message they would ever really understand. Something so terrible they would never want to see it happen again. Maybe they would be less warlike now, because they had finally become frightened of themselves. It would be so human of them, wouldn’t it? To be thrust into goodness by something vast and evil.
— Michael Poore, Up Jumps the Devil
What we miss - what we lose and what we mourn - isn't it this that makes us who, deep down, we truly are. To say nothing of what we wanted in life but never got to have.
“Listen to me. Honestly people, listen to me. There is nothing after this, ok? So don’t live like you have an Act III. There is no surprise footage after the credits roll. Same goes for everyone you love. I can’t reveal how I know this, I had to sign an NDA, you just have to trust me. These are your only minutes. What are you going to do with them?”
— Tess Gunty, The Rabbit Hutch
The human being is the cause of all evil in this world. We are our own virus.
— Agustina Bazterrica, Tender Is the Flesh
The singer's voice is thin and fake, but it's pretty, and somewhere in the fakery is the true sadness of smallness and failure and believing in beautiful things that aren't real because that's the only way to get through.
— Mary Gaitskill, The Mare
It’s a situation, being invisible. You can get to a point of needing to make the loudest possible noise just to see if you are still alive.
If I were to live a thousand years, I would belong to you for all of them. If we were to live a thousand lives, I would want to make you mine in each one.
— Michelle Hodkin
There's nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower. What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don't live up until their death.
— Charles Bukowski
Nobody in life gets exactly what they thought they were going to get. But if you work really hard and you’re kind, amazing things will happen.
— Conan O’Brien
And do these dreams have any meaning?
— Bright Eyes, Something Vague
How wrong it is for a woman to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than to create it herself.
— Anaïs Nin
As long as I can I will look at this world for both of us. As long as I can I will laugh with the birds, I will sing with the flowers, I will pray to the stars, for both of us.
— Sascha
To give pleasure to a single heart by a single act is better than a thousand heads bowing in prayer.
— Mahatma Gandhi
Something still exists as long as there’s someone around to remember it.
— Jodi Picoult
Her love for Eleanor she buries deep within her, even though it is still alive, and it will flare up in her life and have to be banked again and again; it will morph to hatred then flare into longing...
That’s what I do: I make coffee and occasionally succumb to suicidal nihilism. But you shouldn’t worry — poetry is still first. Cigarettes and alcohol follow.
Nothing has changed. It’s still very simple. I miss him. I miss him every day. I miss him very much. But how would it be if that feeling was gone? I would not want that to happen. I told the shrink: It would not make me happy at all not to miss him anymore. You can’t hurry love, as the song goes. You can’t hurry grief, either.