How come you don’t get any of the really good compliments until you’re dead?
“She would rather light candles than curse the darkness and her glow has warmed the world.”
-Adlai Stevenson Eulogy of Eleanor Roosevelt, November 7, 1962
Overheard: Young Love outside the Hush Hush.
The characters: Ranting college girl in hip pigtails. Dull, pretty young man in baggy jeans.
Her: So it’s like you just hurt me as much as you possibly can, you fuck me over time after time, you destroy my self-esteem, you fuck around on me. YOU FUCK AROUND ON ME! (Taps his sternum with her finger to emphasize point.) I was stupid enough to think we could still work it out, and just when I think we can, you dump me for someone else. And now you want me back?