I had no interests. I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn’t understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go.
I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.
— Kurt Vonnegut (via seabois)
(via trueobsession)
you spend a lot of time building walls; it’s natural to want to see if someone is clever enough to climb over them.
— Hannibal
Posted May 18, 2013 at 10:59pm
