I don’t see much point in getting a plant. The cat will just destroy it anyway.
Marvel should call any minute now.
“ I don’t feel very good about myself. People always leave me. Nobody can stand me for very long. I wish I could cut my tongue out, or take out the part of my brain that has opinions. Or cares. I wish I could be simple. Be quiet, introverted, or shy. I’m half way in between a wallflower at a party and Elvis Presley. People love one or the other. In between is no place to be.
— Taken from a one page play by Jack White, supposedly written when he was nineteen. (via jackswhites)