...the whole thing

a collection of stuff i find cool, inspiring, or funny. and yes, i did eat the entire pizza, and now i don't feel so good.

July 30th, 1969: I knew there was something wrong yesterday. I could feel it in my primitive Welsh bones. E had gone into surgery for her piles, and the first word I had was from her doctor, who made it blatantly clear that my baby child had nearly kicked it. Some doctor-idiot had allowed the ‘shot’ to leak into her blood stream and the fools were standing by with heart shots etc. in case she started to die, which they feared she was actually doing.

I’m still nightmared. What could life possibly be without her? Where would I go? What would I do? Everybody else pales by comparison. It’s no use picking up a mini-skirted chick of 18 — she wouldn’t last a week, if that.

I’d die, I suppose, a greatly accelerated death. Anyway, she’s all right. Bastards.

Richard Burton’s diary

(Source: bellecs, via humphreysbogart)

After the first glass of vodka
you can accept just about anything
of life even your own mysteriousness
you think it is nice that a box
of matches is purple and brown and is called La Petite and comes from Sweden
for they are words that you know and that is all you know words not their feelings or what they mean and you write because you know them not because you understand them because you don’t you are stupid and lazy and will never be great but you do what you know because what else is there?
— Frank O’Hara (via observando)


Hand embroidered illustration, stitched art.” By Sam Gibson in the UK.

(Source: sosuperawesome, via peruwithaj)

I’ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it
— Roald Dahl (via thisisnotacomp)
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