(via serladyjane)
Style is the answer to everything.
A fresh way to approach a dull or dangerous thing
To do a dull thing with style is preferable to doing a dangerous thing without it
To do a dangerous thing with style is what I call art
Bullfighting can be an art
Boxing can be an art
Loving can be an art
Opening a can of sardines can be an art
Not many have style
Not many can keep style
I have seen dogs with more style than men,
although not many dogs have style.
Cats have it with abundance.
When Hemingway put his brains to the wall with a shotgun,
that was style.
Or sometimes people give you style
Joan of Arc had style
John the Baptist
Jesus
Socrates
Caesar
García Lorca.
I have met men in jail with style.
I have met more men in jail with style than men out of jail.
Style is the difference, a way of doing, a way of being done.
Six herons standing quietly in a pool of water,
or you, naked, walking out of the bathroom without seeing me.
(via elieattie)
I dislocated my jaw…
during yesterday’s incident so when I attempt to speak, I sound like Micheal Corleon after McCluskey breaks his jaw. Michael is one of my favorite characters, so I will keep myself happy with this similarity that we share.
<3
Today has been a wonderful day following four straight days of throwing up and high fevers. I apparently fainted in the afternoon while I was making my way to the bathroom to throw up yet again. I woke up on the floor with my mom screaming hysterically which freaked me out since I didn’t know what had happened. She helped me sit and then I felt a sting on my right cheek and chin. I’m bleeding. To make things worse, I realize I have broken my front tooth. My dad says I look like I’ve been in a boxing match. I’m really sad.
Nalbandian always manages to be in the weirdest pictures
(via thisisnotadiscoparty)
Owen Nichols
Void section
In process










