I don’t want to join the outside world. Its comfy in my bed, comfy in my corner of the sofa. Why do I have to go outside?
— Rudy Francisco (via likeafieldmouse)
I wish I could exercise. I wish my ankle worked again. I feel enormous. I am disgusting.
— Jonathan Carroll (via larmoyante)
Why wont you send me to sleep. I went to bed at 10. For christs sake.
— Howl, Howl’s Moving Castle (via threefolds)
NEED SCANNER. NEED NEW POOTER. NEED NEW LEG. BLERGH
falls from his eye
and blooms in a stranger’s mouth."
— Paul Auster, ‘Scribe’ (Ground Work, 1991)