Aunt Meg: He didn't keep his part of the bargain, did he?
Jo: Which part?
Aunt Meg: To spend his life pining for you, and die miserable and alone.
Jo: Is that too much to ask? 

''reality is arbitrary''

Great speaches:

Fuck Buttons



“Along these lines, or optical vortices, the intensity of the light is zero (black). The light all around us is filled with these dark lines, even though we can’t see them”.  Mark R. Dennis

Waiting for: The Human Centipede

"Go, get the butter."