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Lucas Michael’s Polaroids from the 2019 Tribeca Film Festival
BOOK STARTERS VOL.39 GIRL, INTERRUPTED SUSANNA KAYSEN
- ❛ Survival is a talent. ❜
- ❛ Crazy isn’t being broken or swallowing a dark secret. It’s you or me amplified. If you ever told a lie and enjoyed it. If you ever wished you could be a child forever. ❜
- ❛ Who has the courage to burn themselves? ❜
- ❛ Is insanity just a matter of dropping the act? ❜
- ❛ Have you ever confused a dream with life? Or stolen something when you have the cash? Have you ever been blue? Or thought your train moving while sitting still? ❜
- ❛ You need to be well fed, clothed, and housed to have time for this much self-pity. ❜
- ❛ When I am supposed to be awake, I am asleep; when I am supposed to speak, I am silent. When a pleasure offers itself to me, I avoid it. ❜
- ❛ There is thought, and then there is thinking about thoughts, and they don’t feel the same. ❜
- ❛ In a strange way we are free. We’ve reached the end of the line. We have nothing more to lose. ❜
- ❛ The world won’t stop because we aren’t in it anymore. ❜
- ❛ I can’t answer the real question. All I can tell you is, it’s easy. ❜
- ❛ I am lighter, airier than I’ve been in years. ❜
- ❛ I am not dead, yet something in me definitely is. ❜
- ❛ You meant that as an insult but I am taking it as a compliment. ❜
- ❛ What life can recover from that? ❜
- ❛ It’s a fairly accurate portrait of me. It’s accurate but it isn’t profound. ❜
- ❛ Pull yourself together! There’s nothing wrong with you. ❜
- ❛ It’s quiet. It’s like― I don’t know. It’s like falling off a cliff. ❜
- ❛ Once you start parsing a face, it’s a peculiar item: squishy, pointy, with lots of air vents and wet spots. ❜
- ❛ I lost him. I did it on purpose. ❜
- ❛ It’s a mean world. There’s nobody to take care of you out there. ❜
- ❛ Reality is getting too dense. ❜
- ❛ I’m ambivalent. In fact that’s my new favourite word. ❜
- ❛ I can’t come up with reassuring answers to the terrible questions you raise. ❜
- ❛ A spring day, the sort that gives people hope: all soft winds and delicate smells of warm earth. Suicide weather. ❜
- ❛ Twenty-five chocolate chip cookies would be the perfect dinner. ❜
- ❛ A thought is a hard thing to control. ❜
- ❛ Life demands skills I don’t have. ❜
- ❛ Light like this does not exist, but we wish it did. We wish the sun could make us young and beautiful. Most of all, we wish that everyone we knew could be brightened simply by our looking at them. ❜
- ❛ It never stops, even at night, it’s my lullaby. ❜
My father loves me
“It was a spring day, the sort that gives people hope: all soft winds and delicate smells of warm earth.”—Susanna Kaysen, from “Girl, Interrupted,” originally published c. 1993
I know what its like to want to die. How it hurts to smile. How you try to fit in, but you can’t. How you hurt yourself on the outside, to try to kill the thing on the inside
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comfort movie <3 everyone deserved so much better.
