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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

Vicki M. Taylor's "Not Without Anna," is a gripping, hard-hitting, thought-provoking look at the escalating crisis of teen alcohol and drug abuse. Charlene Austin ↗

— Vicki M. Taylor

#hard-hitting #mystery-suspense #teen-alcohol-and-drug-abuse #thought-provoking #thought-provoking

Maureen clapped her hands together. "Oh," she said in her elfin little voice. "It's pretty." "Pretty?" Simon looked quickly at the hunched shape on top of the concrete block. "Maureen, what the hell- ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#sebastian-morgenstern #simon-lewis #city-of-fallen-angels

Fuck all of you," John retorded. "You don't even exist. We're all just a figment of my cock's imagination. ↗

— David Wong

#funny #john #funny

Kyo Sohma: angrily pointing at Yuki Just like I'll beat you one of these days Yuki: looking bored Wait wait I think I've heard this one before ↗

— Natsuki Takaya

#fruits-basket #funny #kyo #sohma #yuki