Is made up of various forms and levels of caffeine, sewn together with cat hair.
“Boy, when you’re dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you’re dead? Nobody.” — J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye, Ch. 20
“I say let the world go to hell, but I should always have my tea.” —Notes from Underground (via dostoyevsky)
Tell me something?
“I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often.” —Charles Bukowski (via longlivethequeen) (via suicideunderground) (via revived) (via milktrees) (via merricat) (via vertebrates)
“I hunt for the fabulous books that will change me utterly and for all time. I find myself happiest in the middle of a book in which I forget that I am reading, but am instead immersed in a made-up life lived at the highest pitch.” —Pat Conroy (via suzywire) (via inspiri) (via longlivethequeen) (via coolaccent) (via dreamawaymydear) (via thebookofsecrets) (via mustanggina) (via bugseatbooks) (via booklover)