I'm just another brick in your wall.
You-fly, around in planes that bring you down, to meet me who loves you,
like me crashing to the ground. Are you so lonely you don't even know me but you'd like to stone me...
like me crashing to the ground. Are you so lonely you don't even know me but you'd like to stone me...
Raymond Carver (via feellng)
(Source: coral, via them-bondurant-boys)
What good are insights? They only make things worse.
Lemony Snicket, The Wide Window (via feellng)
(Source: coral, via them-bondurant-boys)
Stealing, of course, is a crime, and a very impolite thing to do. But like most impolite things, it is excusable under certain circumstances. Stealing is not excusable if, for instance, you are in a museum and you decide that a certain painting would look better in your house, and you simply grab the painting and take it there. But if you were very, very hungry, and you had no way of obtaining money, it might be excusable to grab the painting, take it to your house, and eat it.
