I’m a screw up. And I plan to be a screw up until my late twenties, maybe even my early thirties.
Remus Arthur Potter, you were named after two men who looked out for my safety and cared about my well-being out of altruism and decency rather than because I was a tool for them to use or because I was someone’s son.
James Dean in his apartment on West 68th Street, New York City, 1955.
As much as I dislike 50 Shades, I’m obsessed with this version of Crazy In Love
A boy sleeps amid the rubble of his destroyed house in Gaza Strip on Sept. 1, 2014. (Ahmed Hjazy/Pacific Press/Barcoft Media)
I dream darkness comes into me. It comes and it’s insidious. Up my nose, into my ears. I feel poisoned.
Esquire: What makes a good frontman?
Turner: “Certainly, in this day and age, a sense of humour. Because it’s pretty ridiculous. In 1969, there probably weren’t many laughs in rock’n’roll. But then they were probably funny people. They had a sense of humour, they just didn’t use it. Not to name-drop, but we bumped into Robert Plant last night and he’s hilarious. Just funny, straight away. [These days] I think if you start taking it too seriously, which I’m, like, sometimes definitely in danger of doing… then it gets ugly.”
why do height differences in shipping always have to be about one being really tiny and the other being really tall. what about one being exactly a single inch taller than the other and the second being consistently angry about this.