street-smart chameleon in a kaleidoscopic mystery
my entire dash is beyoncé and i’m not mad about it
I Don’t Know How Much Vodka I Put In This But I’m Going To Drink It Anyways: a memoir
my suitemate and I went to get pizza at this place that has an $8 credit card minimum
and the guy behind me in line was only buying a diet coke liter and offered to pay for my food because he didn’t have cash and didn’t want to pay the $3 atm fee
Breaking Bad meme: characters [2/??]"uhm, i used to be a beat cop a long time ago. now i’d get called out on domestic disputes all the time, hundreds probably over the years. but there was this one guy, this one piece of shit, that i will never forget. Gordy. he looked like Bo Svenson. remember him? "Walking Tall"? you don’t remember? anyway, big boy. 270, 280. but his wife, or whatever she was, a lady, she was real small, like a bird. wrists like little branches. anyway, my partner and i get called out there every weekend and one of us would pull her aside and say, "c’mon, tonight’s the night. press charges." and this wasn’t one of those "deep down he really loves me" set ups, we get a lot of those, but not this. this girl was scared. she wasn’t gonna cross him no way, no how. nothing we could do but pass her off to the EMTs, put him in the car, drive him downtown, throw him in the drunk tank, he sleeps it off, next morning out he goes back home. one night, my partner is out sick and it’s just me. then the call comes in and it’s the usual crap. broken nose in the shower kind of thing. so i cuff him, put him in the car and away we go. only that night, we’re driving into town, and this sideways asshole is in my backseat humming "Danny Boy." and it just rubbed me the wrong way. so instead of left, i go right, out into nowhere, and i kneel him down and i put my revolver in his mouth and i told him, "this is it. this is how it ends." and he’s crying, going to the bathroom all over himself, swearing to God he’s gonna leave her alone, screaming as much as you can with a gun in your mouth. and i told him to be quiet and i needed to think about what i was gonna do here. and of course he got quiet. goes still and real quiet, like a dog waiting for dinner scraps. and we just stood there for a while, me acting like i’m thinking things over and Prince Charming kneeling in the dirt with shit in his pants. after a few minutes i took the gun out of his mouth and i say so help me if you ever touch her again, and such and such and such and blah and blah and blah blah blah blah blah. of course. just trying to do the right thing. but two weeks later he killed her. of course. caved her in with the base of Waring blender. we got there and there was so much blood you can taste the metal. the moral of the story is i chose a half measure when i should have gone all the way. i’ll never make that mistake again. no more half measures, Walter.
thanks for screenshotting every 100k post and making a photoset of them i definitely havent seen each one on my dash 80 times before
I hope this post gets screencapped and put in one if those posts
"I only want to play human beings. I’ve been around for thirty years and there’s been a lot of cartoons, a lot of craziness going on in life, and I’ve just decided to stick with human beings. I’ve been offered a lot of roles, and I guess I would be further along in my career if I had taken them, but I do have to say the respect of my parents, the respect of my children, is of utmost importance to me, and I try to do roles in which I am portraying human beings with certain characteristics rather than cartoons. There’s a big difference between the gay police captain and the police captain who happens to be gay. Because the gay police captain has to be the butt of the joke, whereas the police captain who happens to be gay is a part of the world, he’s an integral part of the world and so it’s much harder to ostracize, to alienate and to basically demean or be contemptuous to someone who’s, in essence, inside the family."
"The idea of fame or recognition, I don’t want that at all. I love acting because you discover billions of things about yourself, you feel so free, like a bird, but suddenly that bird gets caged. Because you’re always hiding, in that sense."Suraj Sharma for Mr Porter, 2013. Photographs by Mark Sanders.
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