i’m gonna celebrate 420 tomorrow the way i always seem to- by smoking a beautiful spliff to fall asleep after my 16 hour easter brunch into evening patio shift. wish me luck and money tonight kiddos. come to Morrissey’s and i’ll bring you all of the whiskey.
It was time when they both loved each other best, without hurry or excess, when both were most conscious of and grateful for their incredible victories over adversity. Life would still present them with other moral trials, of course, but that no longer mattered: they were on the other shore.
Love in the Time of Cholera
RIP dear Gabriel García Márquez, whose words carried colors no one else’s ever did.(via beenthinking)