#worm

We are all worms. But I believe that I am a glow-worm. ↗

— Winston Churchill

#believe #i #i am #i believe #i believe that

I think we consider too much the good luck of the early bird and not enough the bad luck of the early worm. ↗

— Franklin D. Roosevelt

#bad luck #bird #consider #early #early bird

The message is not so much that the worms will inherit the Earth, but that all things play a role in nature, even the lowly worm. ↗

— Gary Larson

#earth #even #inherit #lowly #message

In software systems it is often the early bird that makes the worm. ↗

— Alan Perlis

#bird #early #early bird #makes #often

I began to understand what bound Pearl to their simple mystery because i felt the same connection. in front of us, all around us, was the energy of life and growth. beauty was only a month away and it depended, in part, in what i could do. ↗

— Belinda Jeffrey

#silk-worms #beauty

Mr. Moony presents his compliments to Professor Snape, and begs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business. Mr. Prongs agrees with Mr. Moony, and would like to add that Professor Snape is an ugly git. Mr. Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot like that ever became a professor. Mr. Wormtail bids Professor Snape good day, and advises him to wash his hair, the slimeball. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#humor #james-potter #remus-lupin #sirius-black #snape

FIESTA OR DEATH!!! ↗

— Vince Kramer

#fiesta #gigantic-death-worm #mexican-ninjas #death

There is no way I am masturbating with a gringo to something as vile and disgusting as worm-rape! ↗

— Vince Kramer

#gringo #sex #worm-rape #death

Instead, I opened my eyes to find the thing in front of my face, wafting dead horse breath across my chin and up my nose, its mouth like a gaping maw; its eyes, two giant wormholes, twisting and bending with some apparitional substance that could have been space and time if I’d known anything about physics. ↗

— Shannon Celebi

#apparitional #dead #death #death-and-dying #eye

Can you taste it Bruce? Can you taste the filth, the dirt, the oily blackness of that fossil fuel in our mouth as you choke and gag and spit it out? Do you still hear his voice in your head urging you to eat? Eat, eat eat. Your mother's cries. Do you hear them? You should be Bruce. Because I know that it's never left you alone. Now you can eat what you want to eat. For me, for you, for all the others. Now you can consume to your heart's content or your soul's destruction, whichever comes first. So eat. ↗

— Irvine Welsh

#eat #eating #food #parents #tapeworm