#oh

My phone is on my bed, whispering in my ear like a bottle of scotch to a recovering alcoholic, while the rain continues cackling at me through my window ↗

— Katja Millay

#rain #regret #whisper #alcohol

When a man who is drinking neat gin starts talking about his mother he is past all argument. ↗

— C.S. Forester

#argument #drinking #gin #mothers #alcohol

The Whites have carried to these (colonial) people the worst that they could carry: the plagues of the world: materialism, fanaticism, alcoholism, and syphilis. Moreover, since what these people possessed on their own was superior to anything we could give them, they have remained themselves... The sole result of the activity of the colonizers is: they have everywhere aroused hatred. ↗

— Adolf Hitler

#hatred #materialism #problems #alcohol

When he was dry, he believed it was alcohol he needed, but when he had a few drinks in him, he knew it was something else, possibly a woman; and when he had it all -- cash, booze, and a wife -- he couldn't be distracted from the great emptiness that was always falling through him and never hit the ground. ↗

— Denis Johnson

#booze #dark #sad #alcohol

Like too much alcohol,self-consciousness makes us see ourselves double, and we make the double image for two selves - mental and material, controlling and controlled, reflective and spontaneous. Thus instead of suffering we suffer about suffering, and suffer about suffering about suffering. ↗

— Alan Wilson Watts

#self #self-conciousness #suffering #alcohol

Irony has only emergency use. Carried over time it is the voice of the trapped who have come to enjoy their cage. ↗

— Lewis Hyde

#alcohol

Tohrment spoke. "Bella's brother called. He's tabled the sehelusion request and asked that she stay here for a couple of days." Z jacked his head up. "Why?" "He didn't give a reason-" Tohr's eye's narrowed on Z's face. "Oh... my God." "What the fuck are you looking at?" Phury pointed to the antique mirror hanging on the wall next to the double doors. "See for yourself." Zsadist marched across the room, ready to give them all hell. Bella was what mattered- His mouth went lax at his reflection. With a shaky hand he reached out to the eyes in the old-fashioned leaded glass. His irises were no longer black. They were yellow. Just like his twin's. "Phury?" he said softly. "Phury... what happened to me?" As the male came up behind him, his brother's face appeared right beside Z's. And then Wrath's dark reflection showed up in the mirror, all long hair and sunglasses. Then Rhage's star-fallen beauty. And Vishous's Sox cap. And Tohrment's brush cut. And Butch's busted nose. One by one they reached out and touched him, their big hands gently on his shoulders. "Welcome back, my brother," Phury whispered. Zsadist stared at the males who were behind him. And the oddest thought that if he were to let himself go limp and fall backward... they would catch him. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#butch #lover-awakened #phury #rhage #tohrment

Nothing uses up alcohol faster than political argument. ↗

— Robert A. Heinlein

#politics #witty #alcohol

A man who drinks too much on occasion is still the same man as he was sober. An alcoholic, a real alcoholic, is not the same man at all. You can't predict anything about him for sure except that he will be someone you never met before. ↗

— Raymond Chandler

#drinking #alcohol

I have never seen a greater monster or miracle than myself. ↗

— Michel de Montaigne

#soho-press #zombie #zombies