Somehow, me and my dogs ended up going by the same nicknames. Which ended up being quite a few
A relationship with no arguments, is a relationship with a lot of secrets.
(via moeyhashy)    
Look, we’re not conceited enough to believe that Cracked is the only website you read. We acknowledge that we are but one potato among many in the Great Garden of Internet, a mere tuber overshadowed by the tumescent and terrible Sequoia of Porno.
Perfectionism is self-abuse of the highest order.
Anne Wilson Schaef (via the-healing-nest)    
The more I remember old games, the more I realize that they only existed because parents can’t leash a kid to the table with wrist manacles and a ball gag without getting a visit from the FBI.
They were a satisfactory hint of the unreality of reality, a promise that the rock of the world was founded securely on a fairy’s wing.
The Great Gatsby, F Scott Fitzgerald    
Notoriety wasn’t as good as fame, but it was heaps better than obscurity.
Good Omens, Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchet    
The book is too original and too opulent for any final judgement on a first reading. But we know at once that it has done things to us. We are not quite the same.
C.S. Lewis on The Lord of the Rings in his critical essay, ‘The Dethronement of Power’  (via katoakenshield)    
I, who have seen you amid the primal things, Was angry when they spoke your name In ordinary places.
Ezra Pound, from Francesca, 1908 (via violentwavesofemotion)    
Do not make
out of people.
This will leave you
and sad,
missing arms that
cannot hold
hearts with
shaky foundations.
Michelle K., Home.  (via illseeyousoon-then)    
Loving a wild thing is like having a lion for a pet. You know it’s a creature of violence whose very nature and talent is murder, and yet it lies down at your side and purrs for your touch alone.
(via arcadianhybrid)