Why must the moments right after the chaos...
be the moments I miss em the most?
I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn’t have...– Bukowski, Bukowski, Bukowski, you know only the truth.
girlinboyclothes replied to your post: Not in a good place. SEnding you some good vibes. Peace and Light I am definitely feeling them. Thank you.
Not in a good place.
The Dalai Lama was asked what surprised him most, he said “Man. Because he sacrifices his health in order to make money. Then he sacrifices money to recuperate his health. And then he is so anxious about the future that he does not enjoy the present; the result being that he does not live in the present or the future; he lives as if he is never going to die, and then dies having never...
I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it...– Catherine Breillat
To those who insist on talking on the silent...
There IS wine in my water bottle and it IS making me feel rather comfortable with getting up and BASHING YOUR STUPID LITTLE HEADS IN.
What the hell are these people doing? I’m sorry, but a 50-year-old Asian man...– Chelsea Fagan, Thought Catalog on Street Fashion Photography. I just died.
There really isn't much red wine cannot solve.
This is how just about every paper I am assigned plays out: 1) Professor announces paper. 2) Gets excited about topic. Has countless ideas and directions. Tells self this paper will be great. I will even enjoy writing it. 3) Times passes. Occasionally thinks fondly of assignment and how great it will be. 4) It is the day before the paper is due. Tells self I will go straight home and do paper....
This is the kind of weather that makes me want to...
I miss how often I would go and how carefree I was about it all. Its been too fucking long and this icy air is making me miss it even more. Massive wooly scarves…ass-pocket bottles of whiskey….endless walking…endless shops….endless people. oh I must go soon.