damn you job for turning me into a zombie at the end of the day.
oh, the glorious book-reading days, how they shall be missed...
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
I figured I could get a job at a filling station somewhere, putting gas and oil in people’s cars. I didn’t care what kind of job it was, though. Just so people didn’t know me and I didn’t know anybody. I thought what I’d do was, I’d pretend I was one of those deaf-mutes. That way I wouldn’t have to have any goddam stupid useless conversations with anybody. If anybody wanted to tell me something, they’d have to write it on a piece of paper and shove it over to me. They’d get bored as hell doing that after a while, and then I’d be through with having conversations for the rest of my life. Everybody’d think I was just a poor deaf-mute bastard and they’d leave me alone.
The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger (via thechocolatebrigade)
(via suyhnc, bookshelves)
(via suyhnc, dreamandwake)
Sometimes I act a lot older than I am – I really do – but people never notice it. People never notice anything.
Holden Caulfield / The Catcher in the Rye (via phantomatic)
