So Thirsty Quotes

“Aging isn’t just about our bodies decaying while we’re still inside them. It’s about living with the accumulation of experiences. The heavy burden of the ugly ones, the longing for the beautiful.”
― Rachel Harrison, So Thirsty

“Upon the arrival of my new forehead wrinkle, I Googled “existential crisis” directly after I Googled “Botox.” I’m aware that my imminent birthday is exacerbating this angst.”
― Rachel Harrison, So Thirsty

“I'm sure to him, or any other outsider, it sounds like we hate each other, like we're in some vicious fight, but this is a form of unconditional love, of release. We gift each other the freedom to gnash our teeth, to growl and gnaw, behave badly, be terrible, because we'll love each other through it and no one else will. Because this ugliness is not permitted anywhere else. At least not without consequence.

"Don't be mad at me," She says, resting her head on my shoulder. "Don't be mean to me.”
― Rachel Harrison, So Thirsty

“I don’t really desire my life, but I’m reluctant to leave it. There’s comfort in the mundane, safety in the routine. In waking up and knowing exactly what my day will look like. I fear breaking my routine will break everything.”
― Rachel Harrison, So Thirsty

“I don’t know where all my missing socks go, but wherever they are, I hope they’re happy.”
― Rachel Harrison, So Thirsty

“It’s easy to forget that the brave aren’t immune to fear. There’s nothing more terrifying than sitting across from the bravest person you know and watching fear slowly take them, drag them under, bully them, break them until they’re as scared as the rest of us.”
― Rachel Harrison, So Thirsty

“Besides, anticipating the worst-case scenario doesn’t prepare you for the worst-case scenario. Just gives you the opportunity to be smug in the face of disaster.”
― Rachel Harrison, So Thirsty

“I fear want in general. I made a promise to myself years ago to always temper my expectations, protect myself from disappointment.”
― Rachel Harrison, So Thirsty

“I never noticed or cared how old people were until suddenly everyone was younger than me.”
― Rachel Harrison, So Thirsty

“Aging isn’t just about our bodies decaying while we’re still inside them. It’s about living with the accumulation of experiences. The heavy burden of the ugly ones, the longing for the beautiful. “They”
― Rachel Harrison, So Thirsty

“Speculating about alternate fates is a waste of time,”
― Rachel Harrison, So Thirsty

“I don’t really desire my life, but I’m reluctant to leave it. There’s”
― Rachel Harrison, So Thirsty

“don’t even flinch. I’ve temporarily transcended fear. It could be in a cool, enlightened, “Whatever will be, will be” way. But more likely I’m experiencing existential despondence.”
― Rachel Harrison, So Thirsty

“I have a feeling they want us to stay out of the way. It’s kind of romantic. Him robbing a bank for you. Like a hot Dracula John Dillinger.”
― Rachel Harrison, So Thirsty

“Am I most attracted to the people who are destined to do me the most harm?”
― Rachel Harrison, So Thirsty

“I put on a podcast about Chernobyl while I primp, because there’s nothing like hearing the grisly details of acute radiation syndrome while staring at your own face to really put things in perspective.”
― Rachel Harrison, So Thirsty

“Maybe the world makes you callous. The longer you live, the less you care. I wonder if that’s a good thing, or if it’s tragic. I wonder if it’s possible to ever know for sure.”
― Rachel Harrison, So Thirsty

“I wish I could crawl into a deep, dark hole and never come out. Turn into Gollum, only a more depressing version, with nothing to love.”
― Rachel Harrison, So Thirsty

“Don’t be sad,” Ilie says. “These things, they come up. We get in pickle; we get out. We move on. It is life.”
― Rachel Harrison, So Thirsty

“Sunlight severs me from sleep. I grasp at a fading dream, catch its last breath, quiet and wispy as a cobweb. It feels tragic, but I already forget what the dream was about. Something good. Was I at the mall again? I’m always dreaming about this mall. It’s the same mall, except a little different every time. The stores change, the layout. The fountain to throw loose change into while wishing to strike it rich.

I’ll have to tell Naomi. She also has a dream mall. It’s a cornerstone of our friendship.

Someday we’ll meet in the dream mall, she’ll say.

How do you know it’s the same mall? I’ll ask.

It’s obviously the same mall.

I take her word for it. She speaks with such certainty, it’s impossible not to.

Sometimes when I bring up the dream mall, she’ll go on a rant about capitalism infiltrating our subconscious. Sometimes she’ll try to interpret, say the dream is about choices, about decision paralysis, or insecurity, or identity; then she’ll eulogize her be-loved dream dictionary, which she accidentally left on a train when she was a teenager. It was a gift from her favorite aunt, who bought it from a clairvoyant in Prague—irreplaceable.

I’ve never asked her why we’ve yet to find each other there, at the dream mall, what that could mean. I’m sure she’d have an answer. Naomi has an answer for everything.”
― Rachel Harrison, So Thirsty

“Again I wonder, Who lives in these houses? How do they have this kind of money, living out here? What do they do?”
― Rachel Harrison, So Thirsty

“You’re obsessed with disaster. Right now it’s Chernobyl. Before that, Aberfan. Before that, the Hindenburg,” she says. I can’t tell if she’s teasing or being mean. “Remember when we went to the cape for June’s wedding? You brought a book about Columbine to the beach. You love a tragedy.”
― Rachel Harrison, So Thirsty