you’re telling me a chicken fried this rice?

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by Spotnap
21 Apr 14 at 2 am


Shit is fucking sickening

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Shit is fucking sickening

Via Del Corso by manu_rome_gomez on Flickr.


men’s back muscles let you know that god is real

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21 Apr 14 at 12 am

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21 Apr 14 at 12 am


I am a web of unfinished thoughts. #poop


I am a web of unfinished thoughts. #poop


ladies laaaaadies, theres plenty of me to go around *detaches arm* thats for you Brenda

(via crystallized-teardrops)

20 Apr 14 at 10 pm


These men are perfection. [x]

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Listening to a sad song that has a nice beat


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20 Apr 14 at 9 pm

[x] (via newzerokaneda)

Between this and the story about him reassuring F. Scott Fitzgerald re dick size, I’m developing a picture of Hemingway as the mother hen of the disaffected white male literary set of the early 20th century.

He probably called up Steinbeck sometimes and was like I CAN’T EVEN WITH THESE DIPSHITS and Steinbeck was all “That’s what you get for living in Paris, asshole”.

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(Source: newzerokannabis, via bohemianarthouse)

"Hemingway and James Joyce were drinking buddies in Paris. Joyce was thin and bespectacled; Hemingway was tall and strapping. When they went out Joyce would get drunk, pick a fight with a bigger guy in the bar and then hide behind Hemingway and yell, “Deal with him, Hemingway. Deal with him.”"