Vincent Van Gogh Terrasse de Cafe la Nuit
“Paris…is a world meant for the walker alone, for only the pace of strolling can take in all the rich (if muted) detail…” - Edmund White in The Flaneur
The Pantheon, Paris, by Adrian Campbell-Howard
And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.
— (via pfoe)
A guy with a funny hat and frills yelled outside the hospital when I was born, too, only his name was Tom Cruise and it wasn’t like a formal announcement or anything. He just gets that way sometimes.
England is so weird.
Drunk History heads to Atlanta tomorrow night. Click the image for a clip.
And this is why you don’t let Tom Cruise cut your hair, no matter how down in the dumps he seems or how excited he gets about bangs.
New glasses 😎 #raybans #nerdalert #isitfridayyet #nevertakeselfies #dontjudge 🙈