Life and death, energy and peace. If I stop today it was still worth it. Even the terrible mistakes that I made and would have unmade if I could. The pains that have burned me and scarred my soul, it was worth it, for having been allowed to walk where I've walked, which was to hell on earth, heaven on earth, back again, into, under, far in between, through it, in it, and above.
Dear book, this is another day in my life. A life is like a book. A book is like a box. A box has six sides. Inside and outside, so, how do you get to what's inside? How do you get what's inside, out? Once upon a time, there lived a very pretty girl, who lived in a beautiful box, and everybody loved her.
I know. Life is so disappointing. Here you are. You have arrived. You are here. This is your moment. What do you have? You have pain. You have everything. What do you have? You have nothing. Everything is right, or everything is wrong. It's disappointing, it's confusing. This is life. What can we do?
I'd tell them that you don't have to be anybody. Because I'd know that being somebody doesn't make you anybody anyway.
Linda:I'm checking to see if you need to be tweezed.
Gia Carangi: I'm tweezed.
Linda: I'm Linda.
Gia Carangi: Where are you going?
Linda: You don't have any clothes on.
Gia Carangi: Don't change the subject.
Linda: I have a boyfriend.
Gia Carangi: So?
Linda: So?
Gia Carangi: Yeah, so?
Linda: So, I have to go.
Gia Carangi: "I have to go," "I have to go," where the fuck does everybody go when they have to go?
Linda:Behold, the florist.
Gia Carangi: You were the one, you were the only one, and you were amazing!!!
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