2018 has lasted four years yet october lasted a week and november has disengaged from linear time entirely
i crave simple things in life like fresh sourdough bread with a shallow but ornate dipping bowl containing olive oil/balsamic/fresh herbs on a moonlit evening overlooking the sea in some fuckall, Mediterranean location where i’m left alone to eat my bread and let the iodine from the sea air heal my torn up spirit & also six hundred million dollars in unmarked duffle bags stuffed into a swiss bank account box i receive for completing a job of dubious morality
Costa da Morte, A Caruña, Galicia, España | Fernando García Rodondo
it’s a beautiful feeling when certain people have absolutely no way of contacting you
I get my news from the only reliable source, cryptic symbolism in my dreams
Men watch fight club and are like oh yeah this is the life and think it’s just about being a cool punchy guy but don’t even understand that the movie is supposed to be about disfiguring Jared Leto
Men watch american psycho and are like yeah homeless people get a fuckin job and yeah being rich and rude is great but they don’t understand that the movie is actually about mauling Jared Leto with an axe
may we never forget lagerfeld and garavani’s bitchy moment