People Never Notice Anything

ibookworm:

“You know that song ‘If a body catch a body comin’ through the rye’? I’d like — “
”It’s ‘If a body meet a body coming through the rye’!” old Phoebe said. “It’s a poem. By Robert Burns.”
“I know it’s a poem by Robert Burns.”
She was right, though. It is “If a body meet a body coming through the rye.” I didn’t know it then, though.
“I thought it was ‘If a body catch a body,’” I said. “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’d 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. I know it’s crazy.”

(Source: hipsterbookpictures)

wordsandbooks:

The Catcher in the Rye

cassidydavisrocksmysocks:

My friend Tanya drew this :D

(Source: mayonnaiseisaninstrument)

graciegray:

This is the start of my three day weekend.

Pizza and Holden Caulfield.

aphorismic:

morgan by megatronison on Flickr.

c0nvex:

holden caulfield, love me down by nosiejaron on Flickr.

i-keep-trying-to-draw-infinity:

Resultados da Pesquisa de imagens do Google para http://farm5.staticflickr.com/4006/4484069937_ea9ab34671_z.jpg on We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/21360455

(via run-in-the-front)

polish-guilt:

‘People never notice anything.’