Whiny Pretentious and All.

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I was six when I saw that everything was God, and my hair stood up, and all,” Teddy said. “It was on a Sunday, I remember. My sister was a tiny child then, and she was drinking her milk, and all of a sudden I saw that she was God and the milk was God. I mean, all she was doing was pouring God into God, if you know what I mean.

— J.D. Salinger (via thesunisfalling)

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So what I did, I wrote about my brother Allie’s baseball mitt. It was a very descriptive subject. It really was. My brother Allie had this left-handed fielder’s mitt. He was left-handed. The thing that was descriptive about it, though, was that he had poems written all over the fingers and the pocket and everywhere. In green ink. He wrote them on it so that he’d have something to read when he was in the field and nobody was up at bat. He’s dead now.

— Holden Caulfield, The Catcher in the Rye (via the-catcher-in-the-ryan)

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It’s blatantly obvious that something is wrong with me! Here is a representation of my facial expression during every single one of my classes. It’s quite genuine, rest assured, as I’m convinced that my face is frozen like this for at least three hours after the school day reaches its roaring conclusion. But, exactly. I rather dearly hope that this illustrates my contempt for the place effectively enough. (Excuse some slight whining.)

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