Un baiser apaise la faim, la soif. On y dort. On y habite. On y oublie.– Jacques Audiberti (via bigfun)
Top Eleven Dumb Songs to Sing to Cats | The Awl →
abbyjean: THIS IS EMPIRICALLY THE BEST. a snippet: 11. I wish cats were a little bit taller, I wish cats were a baller. 10. Two of cats. Two cats that beat as one. 9. Little cat Corvette. Gato, you’ve got to slow down. some additional suggestions: i’m a kitty in a bottle baby, gotta pet me the right way honey. c’mon, cat - let your kitty move to the music, hey hey hey! cause i may be...
I have my own army in the NYPD, which is the seventh biggest army in the world.– Mike Bloomberg (via ericmortensen)
There's always some jackass.
The sooner I come to terms with this, the better I’ll sleep.
My staff over-reacted to this tweet, and for that I apologize. Freedom of speech...– Kansas Gov. Sam Brownback • Apologizing to Emma Sullivan, the 18-year-old girl his staff attempted to coax an apology out of, via her high school, over a not-super-flattering tweet. In the battle between politician and teenager, teenager wins. Boom. (via shortformblog) Boom indeed. (via...
And yet the boy on the couch, in his innocence, is very much surprised. He makes...– Sure, the Times Is On It, but hey, what a moment! | NYTimes.com (via thisistheverge)
Wondering if we could stop with the... →
A place for Americans.
Football is a religion in my household
andrewmcclain: and they’re going to burn me at the stake for being an atheist and heretic COMMENCE THE AIRING OF GRIEVANCES.
Star Wars or LotR?
…one of the great social pleasures in my life has been to leave gatherings or...– What I Didn’t Write About When I Wrote About Quitting Facebook (via nevver)
Jerry: OK if I sit with you guys?
Me: How many times must I tell you, Jerry.
Me: This table is only for cool kids.
Jerry: I'm cool.
Me: Your Trapper Keeper is totally fake.
Jerry: But there's space for me right th--
Me: I don't make the rules.
Overall, I think it’s a good time to have a girl in the 21st century because...– Louis C.K (via drinkyourjuice)
Then come the invisible years, the first three or four years of your life, the...– Paul Auster, Your Birthday Has Come And Gone, Granta 117