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He felt empty, broken, defeated.
I was very much a mess, as a person. I'd come from a very turbulent teenage life, with parents who had broken up in a very bad way, and a lot of illness at school.
You're in a mess, and in excess.
So visibly shaken by some recent loss of principle that it would have been noticed by a stranger across the aisle
She was dressed like she wanted people to look at her. Or maybe like she didn't get what a mess she was.
There seemed to be some...irregularity in your coming here," the priest said delicately. Thus did he characterize her arrival, bruised and battered, in the arms of her betrothed rather than under the decorous escort of her family.
Eyes wide and blank as the buttons on a first Communion coat.
We checked ourselves in the mirror before we left. We were flushed and a little rumpled, but in a good way. We looked vibrant, wild, happy. The hair and the clothes and the makeup made me feel like someone new, but the happy is what made me unrecognizable.
scrambled to stand.
He is ill clothed, who is bare of virtue.
Indescribably delirious!
Americans are now in disarray
He is ill clothed that is bare of virtue.
Startled from a bad dream, or perhaps still in one...
Frazzled and delirious, as I've just finished a new book of stories. I feel like Moses staggering down the mountainside with the tablets of stone.
My life was incoherent to me. I felt it quivering, spitting out broken teeth.
The more dressed up you were to begin with, the worse you look after you've crawled out of a smashed hansom cab and fallen into a muddy brook.
[Incomplete people] are complicated and sensitive and messy in their reactions
Umbed by disappointment and betrayal, like a child who had been awakened suddenly from a summer dream about christmas morning.
Alone, adj. In bad company.
How strange and abandoned and unsettled I am. Like a snowdome paper weight that's been shaken. There's a blizzard in my bubble. Everything in my world that was steady and sure and sturdy has been shaken out of place, and it's now drifting and swirling back down in a confetti of debris. (p30)
Ultimately, I'm a mess. I don't mean I'm a mess, like, emotionally - I mean, I think probably everybody's a mess. David's a mess. But. I'm talking about ... I'm messy.
I'm drunk-nonsensical tired out.
I feel like a drunken man who doesn't have a drink.
screwed blued and tattooed
I was so tired that I was nothing but my body: the steady dull throb in my thighs, the tremor all along my arms, the thick grime of dust muffling my skin.
I felt angry and silly in that feather-itch dress. I felt alone. But one always is, I suppose.
There are some people who have trouble recognizing a mess.
faced some strange
For disorder obstructs: besides, it doth disgust life, distract the appetities, and yield no true relish to the senses.
Disorder in a drawing-room is vulgar; in an antiquary's study, not; the black battle-stain on a soldier's face is not vulgar, but the dirty face of a housemaid is.
His uniform seems threadbare and tired, and so does he, as though he's coming apart along the edges.
I'm a disorganized mess. My purse is gross: I once found a shoulder pad, string cheese, and a Christmas ornament in it!
Grief-stricken. Stricken is right; it is as though you had been felled. Knocked to the ground; pitched out of life and into something else.
I was out of sorts. They are deep, my sorts, a deep ditch, and I am not often out of them.
It's strange how someone can look so normal but be so lost.
I'm a mess of unfinished thoughts.
I live quite an unsettled life.
He was flabbergasted. That was the best word. His flabber had been thoroughly gasted.
Disorder in here harshing my mellow.
Men, crumpled like bed-sheets in hospitals,
And women, battered like overused proverbs.
How I Handle Chaos when you awake to find your life in disarray, crumbling apart tumbling like rocks rolling downhill into a rapid avalanche pick up your broken scattered life and put it together again The Nakedness of Arrogance
One who dresses in rags that have been washed clean dresses cleanly to be sure, but raggedly nonetheless.
My mouth was dry. Whispers carried on the wind as the maids around me bunched together in small groups, hysterical, morbid. I thought: who will clean the mess?
You could say that my life's a mess. But, I'm still looking pretty in this dress.
She had the scattered feeling she always got when events conspired to mess things up, and nothing exhausted and frustrated her more than a mess she was incapable of fixing.
It was a strange thing to behold a whore in mourning - rather like seeing a dandified cleric, or a child with a moustache; it gave one a sense of confusion.
I have lost my rhythm.
I can't sleep.
I can't eat.
I have been robbed of
my filth.
Jaded. I never understood the term. Jade is pretty and worth something, yes? I was rusted if I was anything. Too long in the rain. Going out in an orange blaze of muted, anonymous, common-as-dirt oxidation.
There was a battered desk with its drawers open and askew, like a lady of the night with her heels kicked off and pantyhose around her ankles.
Troubled is a polite word for what I am.
Utterly, irrevocably, lost
...Feeling like your life's been ripped apart and put together again, only put together wrong.
Confused and Stunned, like a duck hit on the head.
It's important to look neat and tidy and not be too flashily dressed. If you look untidy, you're considered to have an untidy mind - it's as simple as that!
Today the man looked a bit . . . chewed. No, humans wouldn't say "chewed." Frazzled. Was that the human equivalent?
Dizzied, thrilled, depressed by remembering ...
An unfinished feeling.
He was dirty, his hair unkempt, his clothes stained with blood. Heroes in stories somehow managed to rescue maidens while looking like court dandies. Next time he went adventuring he'd remember to bring a comb.
When we have disorderly lives, it makes it difficult for our minds to be orderly and for us to be at ease with disorder.
I felt like a piece of glass, shattered and scattered all over. I didn't know who or what I was anymore, but I glittered prettily in the spotlight. I
You seem ... unsettled." Was "unsettled" another word for horny enough to climb the walls? Because if so, then yes, I was most definitely unsettled.
like a disaffected swan -
Dinted
dimpled wimpled
his mind wandered down echoing corridors of
assonance and alliteration ever further and further from the
point. He was enamoured with the beauty of words.
Amid the turmoil and tumult of battle, there may be seeming disorder and yet no real disorder at all.
Messy" is a word we use to explain a conflict with an expectation we had. Eliminate the expectation, and you eliminate the "messy".
I lurched away from the table after a few hours feeling like Elvis in Vegas - fat, drugged, and completely out of it.
I wasn't quite sure how I felt about a messy woman.
dazzled by the sheer essence of the whole,
I'm too disorganized.
with a scruffy man who looked like a beggar, dressed all in black.
I'm wild again, beguiled again, a whimpering, simpering child again. Bewitched, bothered, bewildered am I.
The bathroom was jungle-fogged, flooded with puddles, piled with soaked towels; cakes of soap with long strands of blonde baked in.
A girl in pieces: Barbie-thin ankles, a shaving cut on her knee; hipbones she could stab you with; white hands gelled with strawberry body lotion.
They were a sorry-looking bunch. Their clothes were in tatters. Their flesh was ripped. They were filthy beyond filth. For once, they looked like the living dead.
I feel like run-over crap," I complained.
"You look like run-over crap," Jenks said. "Drink your tea.
He felt comfortable and broken-in like favourite jeans
she'd been given to wear were worn and scuffed. Her dress was too big, her hair unevenly chopped and she still had bruises on the side of her face. Now, he expected her to
The freshness of an unworn garment in her hands couldn't extinguish the feeling that she was a damaged, hole-ridden item, thrown to the back of a closet to be forgotten.
If you're disorganized, you risk losing everything.
I feel lost and confused, but happy and certain. I am like a ball of tangled yarn. The parts that are untangled are available, useable; the rest is a mess, useless until it is untied. That mess feels endless and at most times unyielding.
PRESENTABLE, adj. Hideously appareled after the manner of the time and place.
It was a sudden, stunned state of quiet drunkenness, complete in itself, their hair mingled like the rays of two bodies in space that had achieved their meeting, she saw that he walked with his eyes closed, as if even sight would now be an intrusion.
You can't go round looking like a rag.
She looked lost. Not the type of lost you see on people when they're in a new city; the type of lost you see on a little kid when she thinks her parents left her at the store.
She did not look her best: so thin, so large-nosed, with that pink-and-white checked duster tied round her head. She felt her disadvantage. But she had had a good deal of suffering and sorrow, she did not mind any more.
Stunned cannot adequately describe how I feel right now. I am bursting with emotion - a volcanic mixture of happiness and sadness and adoration -
had been like wandering into the wrong carnival sideshow, the kind that left one feeling sick and slightly soiled.
As dizzy as the stars, as near and alone.
The houses stood like men in unpressed suits, who had lost the desire to stand straight:
I'm mangled," I said. "On the inside and the outside.
Was anyone unclothed?" Mr. Kent said sarcastically, clearly not expecting an affirmative answer.
However.
"A bit," my uncooperative mouth responded and I tried to cover it with a yelp. This was absurd. Both of them were absurd, tonight was absurd, and I was, assuredly, absurd.
A Cue from Nature
Run outside during a thunderstorm
That downpour, that conquered hesitation, that exhilaration
That's what unlonely is like
Everything had a battered, trampled-on look, as though the place had just been visited by some large violent animal.
Like many alcoholics, I was a staggering woman in a chic apartment, sick and utterly disgusting.
Stark raving mad.
Colon looked awkward, as if the bunched underwear of the past was tangling itself in the crotch of recollection.
You wake up one morning and there it is, sitting in an old plaid bathrobe in your kitchen, unpleasant and unshaved. You look at it, heart sinking. Madness is a rotten guest.
Magnificently unprepared for the long littleness of life.
Too weary and dazed by unfinished sleep even to swear. There comes a degree of numbness in fatigue and exasperation which can be expressed only by a sullen silence.
Even if there are moments during the day when all seems normal and when every action of your own and of those around you seems to be unremarkable, the appearance of ordinariness is an illusion, and just below the placid surface, the world is seething.