Mutilated
It happens fast for some people and slow for some, accidents or gravity, but we all end up mutilated.
Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters
It happens fast for some people and slow for some, accidents or gravity, but we all end up mutilated.
Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters

(via Bradley Spitzer)
I could go on, but it’s really just a big pile of lukewarm excuses. What we really owe you, the justifiably disappointed progressives and liberals and gay rights orgs of the world — but also you over in the salivating right-wing nutball Limbaugh/Glenn Beck homophobe core, all you gun-hoardin’ sodomy-fearin’ paranoids who adore California for our endless supply of Things You Do Not Understand and Therefore Must Fear and Despise Even as You Secretly Desire to Lick Them All For a Month — is a sincere apology. We let you down. All of you.
Fear not, however. We shall regroup. We shall try again. In fact, we already are. Know this for certain: We aren’t the kind of state to let a perfect opportunity to pinch the lazy ass of the human experiment slip by for long.
The always awesome Mark Morford, from Apologies from California in today’s SFGate.

Opened the side door to let my dog outside a few minutes ago, and this little guy was sitting out on my steps in the pouring rain. Despite the scowl, he seemed perfectly content, and didn’t even fidget while I took his photo.
(via fuckyeahhoptoadsatmysidedoorintherain)