HAHA, oh my god. I totally have resting asshole face. I’ve been told “I thought you hated me” so many times, especially by coworkers.
This.
When you start liking pain things start to get interesting.
—Jenny Holzer, Inflammatory Essays and Survival Tips (via boyhood)
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“Your face is wet.”
So incredible.
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.
— “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock,” T.S. Eliot (via aileefeber)
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God, how did I end up here? And will I ever be allowed to leave? Just got to ride the waves of alienation and self-loathing.
—Mark Corrigan (via deservingoftorment)
(via deservingoftorment)
I don’t want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.
—F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via liquidnight)
“When a man loves cats, I am his friend and comrade, without further introduction.”
— Mark Twain
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No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.
—from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot. (via chazkeats)
“That limey cocksucker?”
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Elihu Vedder, The Dead Alchemist, (1868)
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Soundtrack
—I Am A Man Of Constant Sorrow
O Brother, Where Art Thou? (2000), I Am a Man of Constant Sorrow
