That’s the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they’re not much to look at, or even if they’re sort of stupid, you fall in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are. Girls. Jesus Christ. They can drive you crazy. They really can.
I wouldn’t exactly describe her as strictly beautiful. She knocked me out, though…I mean when she was talking and she got excited about something, her mouth sort of went in about fifty directions, her lips and all. That killed me. And she never really closed it all the way, her mouth. It was always just a little bit open, especially when she got in her golf stance, or when she was reading a book. She was always reading, and she read very good books. She read a lot of poetry and all. She was the only one…
I was about half in love with her by the time we sat down. That’s the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty… you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are. Girls. Jesus Christ. They can drive you crazy. They really can.
I honestly don’t know if I’ll ever understand why exactly people hate Holden Caulfield from “The Catcher in the Rye”.
I mean, sure, you could defend your dislike with a classic gem such as, “Oh, he’s just a whiny, pretentious f***boy! He’s so boring, all he does is complain!”
But at that I’m just like
okay, wow, I’m sorry the incredibly depressed mentally ill teenager who has no true friends and is constantly being ignored by the people he tries to reach out to and is constantly being told he’s useless and a bad influence by his peers and has alluded to being sexually molested by multiple people as a little kid and has to deal with the pain and hardship of growing up in a world he can’t help but see as superficial and hypocritical and WHOSE CLASSMATE FRICKIN’ COMMITTED SUICIDE IN FRONT OF HIM isn’t a conventionally cheerful or likeable protagonist????
I don’t understand why that’s so hard for people to grasp; it just straight up BAFFLES me. I mean, people eke out all sorts of ways to like downright villains like Alex (DeLarge) or Loki or Ramsay Snow/Bolton, or antiheros like Jaime/Cersei Lannister, Sherlock Holmes, etc.
Why is it so hard to dole out a little sympathy for Holden, who, ultimately, just wants to protect children from the evils of the world—arguably one of the noblest and most heartbreakingly tender aspirations of all?
SOME SHIT WENT DOWN WHEN I MET FRANK IERO IN DECEMBER.
so my favorite book is the catcher in the rye right? That’s the book that Frank got the name Pencey Prep from. Let me preface this for anyone who doesn’t already know; The Catcher In The Rye is an extremely emotionally charged story about a teenage delinquent in the 1950s who’s struggling with symptoms of depression, and nobody takes him seriously.
So when I saw Frank live, I took my copy of the catcher in the rye for him to sign. I FUCKING GOT UP THERE AND I HANDED HIM MY BOOK AND I WAS LIKE “uh,,,, you can just sign anywhere” and he was like “yeah…ill sign it right here” and he turned to the back page and signed there, and then proceeded to underline the last line in the book.
the last line reads “don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.”
ARE WE JUST NOT GONNA TALK ABOUT THIS? This line obviously means SOMETHING to Frank and I am ETERNALLY SCREAMING