we're all so lucky that a cat can be orange. that's such an incredible color for a cat to be

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we're all so lucky that a cat can be orange. that's such an incredible color for a cat to be
i think avoiding everything is going to save me for real this time
where the fuck am i meant to freak out if I’m going to freak out
David Lynch, Oh Darling Please Come Home, 2010
Even when I was a little kid I wanted to have a beer and a cigarette on my porch some cool summer night
The Sopranos (1999–2007)
— Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks 1964-1980 (via lunamonchtuna)
“I felt pantheistic then— your heart beat in my ribs and mine in yours, and both in God’s.”
— Herman Melville, from a letter to Nathaniel Hawthorne,1851 (via bluebeardsbride)
Vladimir Nabokov, in a letter to his wife Vera Slonim, dated 24 March 1937, from Letters to Véra
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