I'm here to tell you that I am proud of a couple of things. First, I am very good at projectile vomiting. Second, I've never had a really serious venereal disease.
I actually think the creative process is finite, and I'm wondering whether I've retched everything up. Because it's like vomiting or shitting.
We came down here to see this teddible scene: people all pissed out of their minds and vomiting on themselves and all that and now, you know what? It's us
Eating a little was like vomiting a little, just as bad as a lot.
He lit a cigarette and handed it to me. I inhaled. Coughed. Wheezed. Gasped for breath. Coughed again. Considered vomiting. Grabbed the swinging bench, head spinning, and threw the cigarette to the ground and stomped on it, convinced my Great Perhaps did not involve cigarettes.
People are vomiting unrealistically in movies, and something must be done about it.
Your friend's poetry is terrible," he said. Clary blinked, caught momentarily off guard. "What?" "I said his poetry was terrible. It sounds like he ate a dictionary and started vomiting up words at random.
You don't have to be emaciated or vomiting to be suffering. All people who live their lives on a diet are suffering.
The way that these girls keep themselves skinny is awful, isn't it? By vomiting or using hard drugs - which I can't afford.
And I remember wondering why it was that eating something good could make me feel so terrible, while vomiting something terrible could make me feel so good.