Politics (fat and otherwise), whatever whim I am fancying at the moment, cats.

 

But sometimes we get sad about things and we don’t like to tell other people that we are sad about them. We like to keep it a secret. Or sometimes we are sad but we don’t really know we are sad. So we say we aren’t sad. But really we are.

Mark Haddon (via nmwhn)

(Source: hellanne)

Ruin them. Wreck their lives. Then build them cubicles to end their days in. Hushaby. Lullaby. Die, dog. Little dog, die.

James Joyce, Ulysses (via robcam-wfu)