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My heart is lost; the beasts have eaten it.
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poem
poetry
heart
conversations
eat
eaten
les-fleurs-du-mal
the-flowers-of-evil
lost
charles-baudelaire
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Charles Baudelaire |
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"Maybe I should call Aaya!(Shigure) If you call him...(Yuki)
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humor
phone
basket
fruits
yuki
kyou
shigure
eat
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Natsuki Takaya |
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And sure, I know if you eat this way you'll die. So? If you don't eat this way you're still going to die. Why not die happy?
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happy
unhealthy
eat
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Robert Fulghum |
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Some people just don't have what it takes to appreciate a cookie.
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food
eat
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James Patterson |
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Can you taste it Bruce? Can you taste the filth, the dirt, the oily blackness of that fossil fuel in our mouth as you choke and gag and spit it out? Do you still hear his voice in your head urging you to eat? Eat, eat eat. Your mother's cries. Do you hear them? You should be Bruce. Because I know that it's never left you alone. Now you can eat what you want to eat. For me, for you, for all the others. Now you can consume to your heart's content or your soul's destruction, whichever comes first. So eat.
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tapeworm
parents
eating
food
eat
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Irvine Welsh |
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"I'm really not hungry," she repeated, lifting the coffee cup and inhaling the fragrant steam before sipping. "Just a few bites," he cajoled, taking his own place beside her. "You need to keep up your strength for tonight." She gave him a heated, slumberous look, remembering her fantasy. "Why? Are you planning something special?" "I suppose I am," he said consideringly. "It's special every time we make love."
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making-love
eat
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Linda Howard |
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"We'd better eat before we raise hell." - Aelin Ashrvyer Galathynius"
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eos
raise-hell
empire-of-storms
throne-of-glass
sarah-j-maas
tog
meal
food
eat
hell
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Sarah J. Maas |
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When times are bad, people feel compelled to overeat.
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overeating
eating
eating-disorder
eat
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Don DeLillo |
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"Why aren't you tired? Why don't you have to have a protein shake?" "Because I had a decent lunch and a little tea with biscuits a couple hours ago." "I was chasing a killer a couple hours ago." "Maybe if you'd eaten something you'd have caught him."
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J.D. Robb |
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I can decide how I spend my time, whom I interact with, whom I share my body and life and money and energy with. I can select what I eat and read and study. I can choose how I'm going to regard unfortunate circumstances in my life--whether I will see them as curses or opportunities (and on the occasions when I can't rise to the most optimistic viewpoint, because I'm feeling too damn sorry for myself, I can choose to keep trying to change my outlook). I can choose my words and the tone of voice in which I speak to others. And most of all, I can choose my thoughts. you need to learn how to select your thoughts just the same way you select what clothes you're gonna wear every day. This is a power you can cultivate. If you want to control things in your life so bad, work on the mind. That's the only thing you should be trying to control. Drop everything else but that. Because if you can't learn to master your thinking, you're in deep trouble forever
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thoughts
love
pray
eat
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Elizabeth Gilbert |
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...for if she had two characteristics in her natural state of health, they were a facility of eating and sleeping. If she could neither eat nor sleep, she must be indeed out of spirits and out of Health.
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sleep
funny
health
eat
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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"Paco is walking out of the bathroom and I rush past him. "You might want to wait before you--" Paco's voice fades as I close the door, locking myself in. Wiping my eyes, I gaze into the mirror. I'm a complete mess. My mascara is dripping and . . . oh, it's no use. I slide down and sit on the cold tile floor. Now I realize what Paco was about to tell me. The place stinks; it really reeks . . . almost to the point where I want to throw up. I put my hand over my nose, trying to ignore the offending smell. *** After locking the door behind him, he crouches beside me and takes me in his arms, pulling me close. Then he sniffs a few times. "Holy shit. Was Paco in here?" I nod. He smoothes my hair and mutters something in Spanish. *** She, too, sniffs a bunch of times. "Was Paco in here?" Alex and I nod. "What the fuck does that guy eat that it comes out his other end smelling so rotten? Dammit," she says, wadding up tissue and putting it over her nose."
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sniff
stinks
paco
elena
nose
bathroom
rotten
shit
eat
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Simone Elkeles |