#mcglue

[quotespile]

I am a drunk. It took me some time to know this. Here is how I know. How it’s always been is I don’t know how to talk or move or sleep or shit. I wake up mornings with my head in a vice. The only solution is to drink again. That makes me almost jolly. It does wonders in the morning to take my mind off the pain and pressure. I can use my eyes after the first drink, I remember how to line up my feet and walk, loosen my jaw, tell someone to get out of my way. Then I get tired. I whine and need to lie down. I lie down, I want a drink. I cannot sleep without having already forgotten my name, my face, my life.

Ottessa Moshfegh, McGlue

[lulu-spooks]

Ottessa Moshfegh, your books are beautiful and insane and revolting and perverse and I will enjoy every single one of them but I will never recommend them to another person, girl you got something FUCKED going on with you and I feel like we should all collectively decide to minimise that damage by not recommending any of your books to anyone we care about

[dollboxxx]

reconnecting with nature

/ I love spring

[fluffairy]

constantly, constantly thinking about this Ottessa Moshfegh profile. you can’t escape fate !!

(NYer profile by Ariel Levy)

[litandlifequotes]

I lie down, I want a drink. I cannot sleep without having already forgotten my name, my face, my life.

McGlue by Ottessa Moshfegh

[fiction-quotes]

I am a drunk.

It took me some time to know this.

Here is how I know. How it's always been I don't know how to talk or move or sleep or shit. I wake up mornings with my head in a vice. The only solution is to drink again. That makes me almost jolly. It does wonders in the morning to take my mind off the pain and pressure. I can use my eyes after that first drink, I remember how to line up my feet and walk, loosen my jaw, tell someone to get out of my way. Then I get tired. I whine and need to lie down. I lie down, I want a drink. I cannot sleep without having already forgotten my name, my face, my life. If I were to sit still or lie down in a room with some memory of myself – the time I have left to live out, that nasty sentence, that hell – I would go mad.

  —  McGlue (Ottessa Moshfegh)

[iwtv]

*drinking hard cider* he touches his brain to access the homosexuality lobe

[virgilean]

Books Read in 2022: McGlue by Otessa Moshfegh

“Right," I said, but it didn't feel very right. I didn't want to make it. I wanted to lie down with it and strangle it and kill it and save it and nurse it and kill it again and I wanted to go and forget where I was going and I wanted to change my name and forget my face and I wanted to drink and get my head ruined but I certainly hadn't thought about making it. That wasn't anything I'd ever sought out to do.”