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I've only fucked seven guys in my whole life But I've watched more porn than you ever will Hours and hours

I wanted it for how it made me feel, regardless of how little it cared for me. Do whatever you want -- just give me the bliss.

I was at this guy's house. I met this girl who was hanging out there. She was real pretty, she had brown eyes and dark hair. She was soft-spoken and real nice. I know that everyone has their own life and they can do what they want and you shouldn't think anything of it or anything. But man, I couldn't help but flinch a little when I saw all those needle marks in her arm, they looked so sore. Hateful little holes. I wanted to say something, but I didn't.

I was just a little buckaroo when they first invited me to Marlboro Country. I loved being a cowboy; and smoking seemed to fit right in with riding, roping and wrangling. But once I got to where the Flavor was, it would take me four decades to find a trail out of Nicotine Canyon. I finally ran out of reasons to smoke...when I ran out of air...

I was too apathetic to be bored or anxious. Boredom and anxiety were the neurotic cousins of concern; they implied wishes. I had no wishes or wants. I didn't even want dope. I only needed it.

I will be living with chronic pain for the rest of my life. I don’t have the mobility, energy or life options I used to have. I work hard to manage the pain, and I want the medical system to be a respectful and effective partner, not a jailer. The opioid crisis is not my doing.

Listen, we’ll come visit you. Okay? I’ll dress up as William Shakespeare, Lucent as Emily Dickinson, and beautiful ‘Ray’ as someone dashing and manly like Jules Verne or Ernest Hemingway...and we’ll write on your white-room walls. We’ll write you out of your supposed insanity. I love you, Micky Affias. -James (from "Descendants of the Eminent")

I wind up stretched across the couch still nodding with Sherlock Holmes examining our crushed veins

I WILL CHANGE THIS WORLD ABSOLUTELY

Love is the purest religion and the most destructive addiction!

Love is an addiction.

Living in Republican red states causes opioid addiction and suicide. The stress, the poverty, the depression… these are prime reasons for addiction and suicide.

Love is the best drug, bar none.

Man should never work for the machine, machine should work for the man.

Loving you has been worse than an addiction to drugs. At least I don't have the drugs c r a w l i n g into my bed at night.

Many people turn to alcohol to try to drown the [cries] and longings of the soul. Others attempt to quiet the longings of their souls in other ways. Nothing but God ever completely satisfies, because the soul is made for God.

Many people are trying to steady themselves by taking tranquilizers. Jesus is the greatest tranquilizer of all. He can straighten out your life and put you back on center.

Maria, it sounds like he was insane. Rational people don't intentionally addict people. I feel sorry for those poor people who were unsuspecting victims.

MARK ARM : Even if I did talk to [Layne Staley], I don’t know what I would have said. Seeing him so far down the line on this trajectory that he had set for himself made me queasy. It seemed to me like once he discovered heroin, he decided he was going to fully embrace it. Based on the songs on Dirt, he just jumped in. There was no turning back. It was unfortunate and pathetic. That was the myth he made for himself, and he was living it out.

May you begin living beyond.

maybe its the sting… the jaw grinding… the flow… the rush… that keeps calling me to my destiny… maybe its the life im ment to live. i was chosen to test the deserted path… im not upset that it wont go away„„ im upset i dont want it to. and then i take another dance. one more time…feeling the meaning of being alive. ill let it control me tonight. take me far away. Its been too long since ive been here… ive missed you. and no matter what happens. ill never forget you… ill never forget this. its the feeling ill be chasing the rest of my life

Men are a compilation of every experience and relationship they have ever lived through. Some experiences have bettered your man while others have battered him. The man standing before you is the result of a lifetime of surviving.

Mental slavery is a cheap & easy to find addiction. Knowledge stimulates mental faculties immune system.

Memories consume Like opening the wound I'm picking me apart again You all assume I'm safe here in my room Unless I try to start again.

Miller se había negado a recurrir a los programas de rehabilitación de adicciones del hospital militar, tal como había rechazado los servicios de un psicólogo especializado en síndromes postraumáticos y ella estuvo plenamente de acuerdo en que esos eran recursos de maricas, había otros métodos más cortos y eficaces. Le vació las botellas en el lavabo, le tiró las drogas al excusado, después lo obligó a desnudarse y se llevó toda su ropa, su computadora, su teléfono y su prótesis. Se despidió de él con una señal optimista de los pulgares hacia arriba y lo dejó encerrado con llave, cojo y en pelotas. Miller debió soportar en frío la tortura de los primeros días de abstinencia, tiritando, alucinando, enloquecido de náuseas, angustia y dolor. Intentó en vano echar abajo la puerta a puñetazos y anudar las sábanas para descender por la ventana, pero estaba en un décimo piso. Golpeó la pared que lo separaba del apartamento de Maggie hasta romperse los nudillos y tanto le castañetearon los dientes. que uno se le quebró. Al tercer día cayó extenuado.

Mindfulness helps us see the addictive aspect of self-criticism— a repetitive cycle of flaying ourselves again and again, feeling the pain anew.

Modest, conventional expectations weren't enough to lure Adam Brown away from the power of drug addiction that ensnared him. Instead, the college dropout already in his mid-twenties found only the big, near-impossible dream of being a Navy SEAL captivating enough to consistently draw him to different choices.

Most people are dependent on legal drugs but this is somehow not an obstacle to seeing an enemy in every underground addict.

Most stories are not about people but about life, an addiction like the rest of them that destroys you even as you love it, but you love it anyway and can never get enough.

Motivation may be what starts you off, but it's habit that keeps you going back for more. Are your habits working for you or against you? Are your habits helping you to achieve your goals or hindering the process?

My arm reaches up. I don't know if I'm reaching for the pipe or for him. I want to touch his skin. I want to breathe in what he breathes. The yellow swirl. I want to be the yellow swirl. I want him to breathe me in, be sent riding on oxygen molecules deep into lungs. I want to travel through his body, seeing what makes him happy, attaching myself to whatever place in him sparks to life on my arrival. His blood. His tissues. His muscles. I want to burrow inside the folds like a wind-blown dusting of snow so that each time I melt away, he seeks me out again. There's no delineation between the pipe and the smoke and his body. It's all whole, I want in. I want him. 'Please,' I say softly, 'let me try.' Without letting go of the pipe, he swings his hand holding the lighter with incredible force, backhanding my face. My jaw pops. The lighter swings back under the pipe undulating back and forth, inhaling the curl as it rises from the tar, exactly the same as before he hit me, only now he's staring at me, hating me.

Music gives you a certain high that any drug in the world cannot.

My beautiful, and lovely madness or addiction is to love you.

My blood makes noise. And I’m saying this now, because I have a strange gut feeling that it will be silenced someday soon.

My doctors, who are not cavalier with prescriptions, give me this medication because I have earned their trust. And yet, with mounting government and public pressure, my doctors’ hands are becoming increasingly tied. They apologetically explain to me why they are required to make the medication even harder for me to get, against their own medical judgment. If the day ever comes when they aren’t allowed to prescribe Percocet to me at all, it may well be the end of the minimal quality of life I fight so hard to achieve.

...my disease wanted me dead, but would settle for getting me drunk...

My desire to self-destruct is a one-night stand on Groundhog Day. Fucking repetitive. Repetitively fucking.

My first addiction was to books. -B. Chelsea Adams

My nose bleeds, and every comedown feels like an overdose. I try to make peace with God each time, but he shows no interest, and it reminds me of my dad, and I get so upset that I just have to do another line. Like I said, a cycle.

My slurred speech isn’t from one or nine drinks too many, it’s from my father.

NANCY LAYNE McCALLUM: An addict and a non-addict don’t think the same — their brains are wired completely differently. Only an addict can help another addict through recovery.

Needing something is not the same thing as being interested in the thing itself.

Never has nostalgia held stronger sway; never has the belief in the redemptive possibilities of the future seemed so laughable.

Nobody should be in a position where they are suffering abuse at the hands of another, and if this is the case for you, stopping the abuse by leaving the situation is the only course of action to take.

No drug can give your life purpose, only you can do that.

No one can control their results. We can, however, control our attitude. When we practise compassion, it is most effective when it is unconditional and free from seeking an outcome – compassion is a matter of choice rather than a self-seeking action. And so, if we assist another human being from a place of presence and compassion, we are not looking to find our happiness off the back of others’ suffering. Nor are we trying to control them. Compassion is a conscious choice rather than an emotional knee-jerk reaction.

No one is entitled to anything. Everything we get in this life we have worked for. And sometimes we take on baggage we never even signed up for, but that dosen't mean you deserve it. I wake up everyday wishing I could change things, but I can't change past. All I can do is change the future.

No one wants to be entrapped by his or her addictive habit...

Not all good things are good for us.

Note: addiction diverts attention