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I want to fulfill myself in one of the rarest of destinies. I have only a dim notion of what it will be. I want it to have not a single graceful curve nor to be slightly bent toward evening but a hitherto unseen beauty. Lovely because of the danger which works away at it, overwhelms it, undermines it. Oh let me be only utter beauty. I shall go quickly or slowly and I shall dare what must be dared. I shall destroy appearances. The casings will burn away and one evening I shall appear there in the palm of your hand, quiet and pure like a
glass statuette. You will see me and all about me there will be nothing left.

—Jean Genet, The Thief’s Journal (via gaws)

What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.

—Chuck Palahniuk (via jarrodis)

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