"Who has not asked himself at some time or other: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?"
― Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star
Yay sons is over for another season! Now I can get back to reblogging things that don’t make me cry it rage face or cry while rage facing
"Mr Abbott, how do you respond to accusations that you are in fact a giant evil lizard sent here from Mars?"
*nervously licks eyeball*
2014 is so close I can almost taste the Croatoan virus.
Show me the way to the next whisky bar
Oh, don’t ask why, oh, don’t ask why
For if we don’t find the next whisky bar
I tell you we must die, i tell you we must die