"You could be by yourself when things were all right, but when you were blue you got the howling horrors.
She commenced drinking alone, little, short drinks all through the day. It blurred sharp things for her. She lived in a haze of it. Her life took on a dream-like quality.
Nothing was astonoshing."
Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 3:45 PM UTC
"You could be by yourself when things were all right, but when you were blue you got the howling horrors.
She commenced drinking alone, little, short drinks all through the day. It blurred sharp things for her. She lived in a haze of it. Her life took on a dream-like quality.
Nothing was astonoshing."
I must be the reincarnation of Dorothy Parker. Every single word she's ever written is perfectly describing my thoughts, my situation, my life. **** I love her.
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