Art is individualism, and individualism is a disturbing and disintegrating...– Oscar Wilde in The Soul of Man under Socialism (1891)
I’ve been living my life thru untraceable quotes left in random forums for...
– “I told him that i no longer loved him the way I used too. And that i never really liked any of his friends. It was the most drawn out and overly dramatic case of lust disguised as love and for a few brief shiny seconds it seemed that everything just might work out. Yeah. Sure.”