March 2012
“Oh, I’ve made love, yeah, I’ve been fucked. So what?
I’m a...”
– Hot Knives, Bright Eyes
February 2012
“We turned at a dozen paces, for love is a duel, and looked at each other for the...”
– Jack Kerouac, On The Road (via suncatcher)
Nap>The Other F Word>Homework
So this happened
As I was outside feeding the feral cat at work, she decided to sit around instead of running away.
Me: Oh Hello! You look lovely today, did you know that?
Student: hello! Was that to me?
Me: Oh, no, sorry. I was just talking to this cat over here.
