He makes these funny, snorty, slurpy noises all the time. He's a little snorty pig. Every morning he sits at the top of the stairs and waits for me. He needs his hug before he goes downstairs.

I can't fucking believe i'm seeing vriscourse on my tumblr dash in 2016

His face turned red with passion; he made one bound, hurled me across the house with a sweep of his arm, spun the wheel down, and began to pour out a stream of vituperation upon me which lasted till he was out of breath.

This is the de profundis, one of the great penitential hymns of the Christian Church