you were my friend before we lived in the city and you will still be my friend when it is washed away into the Sea.
Even when I haven’t deserved it. Thank you.
can’t find the cure for desire
if this continues, I’m saving myself by putting my hands in the fireyou know where the door is
can’t give you myself; “compassion” is just a word in a dictionary on the shelf
“The best psychotic lovers ain’t got nothin’ on you.”
why don’t you teach your hear to feel
and give me love, love?gimmie, gimmie what I need.
That song again…
(Source: neitherlands)
“You know,” said Lord Vetinari, after a few moments, “it has often crossed my mind that those men deserve a proper memorial of some sort.”
“Oh yes?” said Vimes, in a non-committal voice. His heart was still pounding. “In one of the main squares, perhaps?”
“Yes, that would be a good idea.”
“Perhaps a tableau in bronze?” said Vimes sarcastically. “All seven of them raising the flag, perhaps?”
“Bronze, yes,” said Vetinari.
“Really? And some son of inspiring slogan?” said Vimes.
“Yes, indeed. Something like, perhaps, “They Did The Job They Had To Do”?”
“No,” said Vimes, coming to a halt under a lamp by the crypt entrance. “How dare you? How dare you! At this time! In this place! They did the job they didn’t have to do, and they died doing it, and you can’t give them anything. Do you understand? They fought for those who’d been abandoned, they fought for one another, and they were betrayed. Men like them always are. What good would a statue be? It’d just inspire new fools to believe they’re going to be heroes. They wouldn’t want that. Just let them be. For ever.”
(Source: amorsubrosa)
I’ve waited for a long time.
Yeah the sleight of my hand is now a quick-pull trigger.
I reason with my cigarette,
Then say, “Your hair’s on fire, you must have lost your wits, yeah?”
For Rudy.
-M. Aldreich
Don’t normally do these, but what the hey?
(via the-last-secret-garden & haappypills)
I reserve the right to not actually answer these, but go ahead and ask.
