I could drag on three cigarettes in a row, and drink rum cocktails. It was Spring and rum was all she had. Anyway I could drink them and smoke for minutes piled on minutes. They’re always that way, in piles, but sometimes feel heavier than others.
“You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, ‘I lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.’”—Eleanor Roosevelt (via quote-book)
today i saw a guy in the doctor’s waiting room chilling with no shirt on. ummm excuse me? i know we live in arizona and it’s hot as fuck today, but put on a shirt, for the love of god. no one wants to see that. especially when they’re in the waiting room. shirtless men are reserved for pools and beaches only. kthx.