"We serial killers are your sons, we are your husbands, we are everywhere. And there will be more of your children dead tomorrow."
-Ted Bundy

 

I had thought that words were instruments of precision. Now I know that they devour the world, leaving nothing in its place.

Steven Millhauser, Dangerous Laughter (via juliettetang)

lyrmeii:

*screeches* hello im scum and i like levi goodbye

lyrmeii:

*screeches* hello im scum and i like levi goodbye

Hemingway and James Joyce were drinking buddies in Paris. Joyce was thin and bespectacled; Hemingway was tall and strapping. When they went out Joyce would get drunk, pick a fight with a bigger guy in the bar and then hide behind Hemingway and yell, “Deal with him, Hemingway. Deal with him.”