Holden Caulfield: Hey I just met you
Holden Caulfield: and this is crazy
Holden Caulfield: but anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around - nobody big, I mean - except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff - I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be.
Holden Caulfield: so don't even call me, you're a phony
Holden Caulfield: and this is crazy
Holden Caulfield: but anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around - nobody big, I mean - except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff - I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be.
Holden Caulfield: so don't even call me, you're a phony
um hey i changed my mind, can i have my long hair back please :CC
"I was running, as the silks rustled, through room after room without stopping, for I believed in the existence of a last door."
— Czeslaw Milosz, from “City Without a Name” in New and Collected Poems (via vinteur)
(Source: proustitute, via vinteur)
