June 2012
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“Hal, who’s empty but not dumb, theorizes privately that what passes for hip cynical transcendence of sentiment is really some kind of fear of being really human, since to be really human (at least as he conceptualizes it) is probably to be unavoidably sentimental and naive and goo-prone and generally pathetic, is to be in some basic interior way forever infantile, some sort of...
“I don’t want people to matter to me too much. Sometimes it hurts too much to...”
– Henry Rollins (via insidi0usly)
