Happy New Year people. Have fun, whatever you’re doing.
the atrocity of sunsets: Camus Notebook Entries,... →
When I was young, I expected people to give me more than they could — continuous friendship, permanent emotion. Now I have learned to expect less of them than they can give — a silent companionship. Each time I am given the elements of a friendship, the fragments of an emotion, never the emotion…
Whiskey and Irish folk music. Yes boss.
Nathan: Two words: Fisherman's Friend.
Simon: Isn't that a cough sweet?
Nathan: You pop one of those bad boys in your mouth and then you head due south, and you pleasure her, orally! And it's the menthol! She's gonna feel like her pussy's on fire. I always keep some on me, just in case I'm required to perform.
*Gives some to Simon*
Nathan: There, that's for you. I think that young lady's gonna have a very merry Christmas.
nakedskeleton: Wilco /// Impossible Germany
seventyfourspecies asked: That album is literally perfect. Love your blog by the way, and I have a lot of love for film photography. I only just found your photography blog but it's really nice! xxx
Holy shit I need a cigarette. Proper itching for one right here.