“I can’t be running back and forth forever between grief and high delight.”— Franny and Zooey, J.D. Salinger
“I was writing novels about someone that couldn’t even form me into a sentence.”— Orion Carloto
the last good oscars was the one in 1967 when evelyn hugo and celia st. james fucked in the bathroom
me and the wretched bitch i pulled by being the bringer of terror untold
(via nose-coffee)
Stop fucking calling me mommy you have to say Yes Chef or I can’t cum
(via cosmovies)