I eventually want my law degree….. but right now i really really want a beer.
(via illegalities)
December 4th, 2011
November 27th, 2011
LOOK, PAL. I GET WHAT YOU’RE SAYING, I REALLY DO. I ACTUALLY THINK IT’S GREAT YOU CAN’T SMOKE IN RESTAURANTS ANYMORE. EVERYONE CAN MAKE IT THROUGH A MEAL WITHOUT A CIGARETTE.
ALL I’M TRYING TO SAY IS THAT 25 FEET FROM THE DOOR OF A BUILDING IS IN FRONT OF THE DOOR OF ANOTHER BUILDING AND THE FUCKING STREET IS ONLY 30 FEET WIDE. I’D STAND IN THE MIDDLE OF IT, BUT THAT’S ILLEGAL TOO. WHAT ISN’T ILLEGAL, STRANGELY, IS SMOKING. YOU KNOW WHY? BECAUSE THE SIN TAX ON CIGARETTES IN 2010 WAS RESPONSIBLE FOR $16.5 BILLION IN REVENUE NATIONWIDE.
I’M TRYING TO DO IT OUTSIDE SO EVERYONE CAN HAVE A NICE DINNER BUT I’M NOT GOING TO CLIMB THE GOD DAMNED FIRE ESCAPE TO DO IT ON THE ROOF. I’M OUTSIDE. I’M FREEZING. I’M PAYING $9.75 A PACK.
IF YOU WANT TO GET RID OF THE THINGS, OUTLAW THEM. I DON’T SMOKE POT ON THE STREET. I DON’T SMOKE CRACK HERE EITHER. BUT I’M GOING TO LIGHT THIS THING BECAUSE THE MONEY I PAID FOR IT BUILT THIS SIDEWALK, AND IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT WE CAN EITHER HAVE A KNIFE FIGHT OR YOU CAN PISS OFF AND GO BACK INSIDE.
November 3rd, 2011
(Source: yayitskeleigh, via get-in-my-tardis)
October 29th, 2011
(via alexsturner)
October 25th, 2011
Hi Tumblr, meet my dirty adorable puppy Giggsy!
Also known as: Ryan Joseph Giggs, DOG // Giggsy Pooch // Giggsy Pooperton
Doesn’t he look like his papa? Lol.
The white butt in the back is his brother from another mother Guti :p
May 28th, 2011
That Awkward Moment (8)
That awkward moment when there’s barely a few days left in your summer vacation
and you can’t decide whether to party the last few days
or prepare for your impending doom
May 17th, 2011
- THIS IS ME.
May 16th, 2011
I meet you. I remember you. Who are you? You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. How could I know this city was tailor-made for love? How could I know you fit my body like a glove? I like you. How unlikely. I like you. How slow all of a sudden. How sweet. You cannot know. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. You’re destroying me. You’re good for me. I have time. Please, devour me. Deform me to the point of ugliness. Why not you? Why not you in this city and in this night, so like other cities and other nights you can hardly tell the difference? I beg of you.
Hiroshima Mon Amour, written by Marguerite Duras, 1959 (via bromoyoudidnt)
(via ache)
May 11th, 2011
(via ache)
