Hipster Quotes - Page 4

Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia.

When you stopped wishing things wouldn't fall apart, you'd stop suffering when they did.

I was a fairly shy person - not the hand raising type.

She had the kind of eyes that predisposed you to supporting her every endeavor.

Hipsters seek refuge in church, Our Lady of Perpetual Subculture. There is some discussion as to whether or not they are still cool but then they are calmed by the obscure location and the arrival of their kind. Keep the address to yourself, let the rabble fund it themselves. Wow, this crappy performance art is really making me feel no so terrible about my various emotional issues.

I'm beat to the square, and square to the beat, and that's my vocation.

Eh. Hipster's not really a thing anymore. Plus, hipster or out of touch old dude? Same uniform really.

To whom it may concern: It is springtime. It is late afternoon.

Entropy increases. Things fall apart.

She was not an adventure, she was not a fine and precious thing. She was a girl.

The rules of capitalization are so unfair to words in the middle of a sentence.

I would like a ship for the hips, please. Ships and hips. Hipsters to stir with their hips on the hip ships. And, of course, hips. Yeah, hip. That's me. I also like sips. I'm a slow drinker. A sipster. I'm a sipster hipster comedian. Yeah, sips. But more hips. Hip, hipster, hip star, hiptard. Definitely.

it's gonna hurt because it matters.

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of the night.

I glean a few times a week, and it's all about the subject line. I look for the lyrical, "Billowy Red Scarf Girl" or the funny, "Hipster Chick Who Passed Gas," the unintentionally funny, "Looking for the Hot Girl in Pink Dress," ones that immediately suggest images, "Furry Arms Under a Yellow Umbrella," or the plain odd, "Seeking Girl Who Bit Me Twice..." I don't think I've ever abandoned one... the images usually arrive fully formed in my head as soon as I read the message, and I decide whether to draw it or not.

And my little sister Chrissy, for teaching me that life is nothing if you're not obsessed.

Does my eye look okay to you?

You completely unscatter me, and I appreciate that too much.

And as we kept driving north, the whole family in the care together, it got darker, and snowier, until finally the road delivered us to the one place that all my youthful trips west never could: home.

Not following her is the hardest thing I've ever done.

You like someone who can't like you back because unrequited love can be survived in a way that once-requited love cannot.

And then something invisible snapped insider her, and that which had come together commenced to fall apart.

We just did an awesome job of not dying.

When I look at my room, I see a girl who loves books.

I try to live life so that I can live with myself.