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“are shared. They allow connections”
― Justin Donner, i just woke up dead: sex, drug and alcohol addiction memoir

“Now, her doc doesn’t say any of this was the reason her mommy parts cleaned house, but she doesn’t say it helped, either. Dana’s”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Burnt Tongues

“Skinny like a model with her eyes all painted black, keeps going to the bathroom always says she’ll be right back”
― Caroline Weiss, Stalking Bret Easton Ellis: A Novel in Two Parts

“For about the five hundredth time since he’d gotten out of the Crisis Ward of the hospital Sunday afternoon, he thought about killing himself. Get a gun . Blam. Brains on the wall. Or maybe use a noose, hang himself. I ought to suffer, he thought, He”
― Ken Kupstis, Masters Of Horror: Damned If You Don't

“Laney is thinking about this as Donny fucks her. It feels good getting fucked in the ass like this. The pain, a final and utter submission. No man, she thinks, can love a girl whose ass he fucked. Or even think he loves. Later,”
― Amy Koppelman, I Smile Back

“submission.”
― Amy Koppelman, I Smile Back

“If her history has taught her anything it’s that hate, not love, is the more powerful of the two emotions. Anyway,”
― Amy Koppelman, I Smile Back

“Motivators, if that’s the right word, interest Laney. What motivates someone to do whatever. Not in the psychopharmacology sense. Sure, in her case it’s partly chemical. Some combination of a mood disorder, impulse control, alcoholism. Still, whatever the diagnosis, whatever the fuck any of it means, there’s no discounting she’s a liar. A good liar at that. When she’s not being offended, not”
― Amy Koppelman, I Smile Back

“It was the explosion of EDM music where profit margins were exponentially higher because the entire under-aged clientele arrived totally fucked up on pills and needed to stay hydrated at the price of $7 per bottle for water.”
― T/James Reagan, Leeds House

“Does that convey my trauma? Shall I boringly compare myself to the biblical Egyptian spearmen tripping over themselves in the gushy mud and piles of flopping fish between the Red Sea’s reconvening halves?”
― Dennis Cooper, The Marbled Swarm

“got into bed hoping for a few hours sleep so that I didn’t have to think about anything for a while. But”
― Danny Price, Confessions Of A Gay Scally

“Yes, Icarus fell to earth after flying too close to the sun, but what a glorious fall it must have been. Almost worth the flaming wings tied to his arms, waving helplessly in a shower of”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Burnt Tongues

“They fell in love and quickly married—an angry, violent, yet charming man and a broken, beautiful woman who thought she could change him. Even the honeymoon didn’t”
― Khalil Rafati, I Forgot to Die

“Her life wasn’t supposed to be like this. It was empty. She”
― Ken Kupstis, Masters Of Horror: Damned If You Don't

“She wasn’t free yet, but she would be. One day she’d forgive herself and live again.”
― Carmilla Voiez, Broken Mirrors, Fractured Minds

“with”
― John Thorne, The Essential Wrapped In Plastic: Pathways to Twin Peaks

“doppelgänger.”
― John Thorne, The Essential Wrapped In Plastic: Pathways to Twin Peaks

“Dihil is the Apache word for Dark. Cameron and”
― Roger P. Mills, Ouija Board Stories: Chilling True Horror Stories Of Ouija Boards Gone Wrong

“Since he'd been fired from the factory he only had time, and as far as he was concerned there was no better way to spend time than to drink. Especially lately. He took a swig from the forty wrapped in a brown paper bag held in his hand. Mary”
― Chilling Tales For Dark Nights, Scariest Stories Ever

“Ocarina,”
― Chilling Tales For Dark Nights, Scariest Stories Ever

“Every time you victimized someone," I said, "You were victimizing yourself. Every act of kindness you've done, you've done to yourself. Every happy and sad moment ever experienced by any human was, or will be, experienced by you."  ”
― Chilling Tales For Dark Nights, Scariest Stories Ever

“germane.”
― Duncan Ralston, Woom

“whilst”
― Matt Shaw, She'll Never Know

“She was on her back staring up at a yellowed ceiling she didn’t recognise, tracing the innocuous dark damp stain with her eyes, a map drawn in disrepair in a room she was unfamiliar with. She waded through the soup that had replaced her mind and in doing so had discarded all rational thought and memory. Recollection was as unfamiliar as the room, and so, for now, she would have to focus on what she knew. This situation wasn’t unfamiliar to her. Waking up in a strange house after a drink fuelled one night stand was standard practice, one that no matter how many times she regretted it would not shake itself. She didn’t remember going out, and wasn’t entirely sure the headache that pulsed”
― Matt Shaw, Twisted Bitches

“and thrummed with anger behind her eyes was even a hangover, but either way, she knew she had made another mistake, another regret to add to the list that was rapidly growing too long to remember. She breathed in and wrinkled her nose. The musty scent of damp burned her sinuses, and she let out a short bark of a cough. The girl sat up, tired springs”
― Matt Shaw, Twisted Bitches

“She lay now on the bed, pillow folded under her, arms behind her head (funny how a person can get used to their environment so quickly)”
― Matt Shaw, Twisted Bitches

“is that alcohol is a depressant; it brings you up, but boy does it also bring you down. And when you hate who you are, those feelings of inhibition that are so joyous the night before come back at you like a punch in the gut the next day for fear that you might have unknowingly let someone into your pathetic little world. And yet for some reason, I was willing to swap a temporary high for those inevitable depths of depression, and I hadn’t the slightest fucking clue why. It was the American way I suppose. The get-rich-quick way, as opposed to the long, arduous route. Oh well—fuck”
― Jeff Menapace, Hair of the Bitch

“did another line and believed him because it is easier to move through the motions than not to.”
― Bret Easton Ellis, The Informers

“Alex hadn't been clubbing in several years. After he and Lydia moved in together, the clubs lost their appeal. Now he felt the return of the old thrill, the anticipation of the hunt—the sense that the night held secrets bound to be unveiled before it was over. Tasha was talking about someone in New York whom Alex was supposed to know. “The last time I saw him, he just kept banging his head against the wall, and I said to him, ‘Michael, you've really got to”
― Jay McInerney, How It Ended: New and Collected Stories

“hate being alone, but when I wake up in some guy's bed with dry come on the sheets underneath me and he's snoring like a garbage truck, I go, let me out of here. I slip out and crawl around the floor groping for my clothes, trying to untangle his blue jeans from mine, my bra from his Jockeys—Skip wears boxers, of course—and trying to be quiet at the same time, then slide out the door laughing like a seal escaping from the zoo and race home to where Jeannie has been warming the bed all night. Jumping in between the sheets and she wakes up and”
― Jay McInerney, How It Ended: New and Collected Stories