If there is "always someone out there better than you," why would anyone settle for you?
If there is "always someone out there better than you," why would anyone settle for you?
She danced with a hotel guest tonight, as she was checking him in — a dance consisting of fleeting smiles and half-meaningful glances — but the song seemed to end too soon, and, there was a line of less attractive partners waiting for a turn.
A little cold, but without the dramatic white robe, she settled in for a few quiet weeks as a token of hospitality to her strange guests, planning to resume her storming shortly thereafter.
I wanted to be part of an illustration when I grew up, figuring, since I was going to be a man, and men are all two-dimensional, it was not beyond the realm of possibility.
I have an idea – a feeling, a picture – I want to convey; but this particular reader is more interested in where my idea came from than in what it actually is.
The taint of viral discontent, as filtered through a prison: it is the way our days are spent, and much grief has arisen from all the halves of halves of truth we spread upon our blankets — it is no wonder much of youth is now spent being anxious —
What sustains us in the right amount can destroy us in excess.
There’s nothing wrong with being big, and it can help considerably when you have a lot of people to carry.
A common mistake people make is to assume something is bad if it is unpopular; a common mistake critics make is to assume something is good for the same reason.