Bret Easton Ellis

everybody hates their job, I hate my job, you’ve told me you hate yours.

Hip my friend, very hip.”

for Christ sakes—you can get dyslexia from pussy—”

m having a Coke with someone named Ben Affleck while Jamiroquai plays over the sound system in the cavernous club we’re all lost in and Gabé Doppelt just has to introduce me to Bjork and I have to pose with Giorgio Armani and he’s hugging me as if we go a long way back and he’s wearing a navy-blue crew-neck T-shirt, a navy cashmere sweater, navy corduroy jeans and a giant Jaeger-Le Coultre Reverso wristwatch.

people were attacked and unfriended for backing the “wrong” candidate or having the “wrong” opinion or for simply stating the “wrong” belief. It was as if no one could differentiate between a living person and a string of words hastily typed out on a black sapphire screen.

shit happens, deal with it, stop whining

shit happens, deal with it, stop whining, take your medicine, grow the fuck up