'You play your cards so close to your chest,' said Shadow. 'That I'm not even sure that they're really cards at all.'
— American Gods, by Neil Gaiman
I loved you
harder than I hated
and that’s how
I knew I was
— Y.Z (via rustyvoices)
I show affection for my pets by holding them against me and whispering I love you repeatedly as they struggle to escape from my arms
Hey. Could we do that again? I know we haven’t met, but I don’t want to be an ant. You know? I mean, it’s like we go through life with our antennas bouncing off one another, continously on ant autopilot, with nothing really human required of us. Stop. Go. Walk here. Drive there. All action basically for survival. All communication simply to keep this ant colony buzzing along in an efficient, polite manner. “Here’s your change.” “Paper or plastic?’ “Credit or debit?” “You want ketchup with that?” I don’t want a straw. I want real human moments. I want to see you. I want you to see me. I don’t want to give that up. I don’t want to be ant, you know?
— Waking Life (via indigroove)