book meme : DIARY by CHUCK PALAHNIUK.
a selection of lines from the novel DIARY. modified slightly for rp purposes.
today is the longest day of the year.
the weather today is an increasing trend towards denial.
a lot of things used to be different around here.
you better come see what i found. the handwriting alone is worth the trip.
itâs a kind of sweet, homespun immortality.
we all want to explain ourselves. nobody wants to be forgotten.
donât let them trick you again.
youâll die and the world will be a better place for it.
dear sweet _____. can you feel this?
everyoneâs in their own personal coma.
youâre not going to die. you couldnât die if you wanted to.
todayâs weather is partly furious with occasional fits of read.
she/he/they still loves you. she/he/they wouldnât bother to torture you if she/he/they didnât.
how the fuck do you know whatâs in my goddamn heart?
itâs you who should be worried.
everybody was trying to link the physical and the emotional. the body and the mind. the world and the imagination. this world and the next.
itâs just words. you can say it.
the weather today is partly suspicious with chances of betrayal.
all the effort in the world wonât matter if youâre not inspired.
maybe people have to really suffer before they can risk doing what they love.
todayâs weather is nervous disgust with tentative apprehension.
they would have killed all of godâs children to save theirs.
if youâve found this, you can still save yourself.
your advice, your praise, was so very, very fucked.
the weather today is bitter with occasional fits of jealous rage.
if misery is inspiration, i should be reaching my prime.
youâll die when theyâre done with you.
are you wearing something from a dead person?
the weather today is increasing turmoil with a possible physical and emotional breakdown.
the weather today is calm and sunny, but the air is full of bullshit.
an artistâs job is to make order out of chaos.Â
the weather today is foggy with conflicting stories about your fatherâs cause of death.
we will destroy you with your own neediness and greed.
you might think about whoâd want to kill them.
everything is a self-portrait. including your autopsied brain.
weâre all of us immortal. we couldnât die, even if we wanted to.
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