Sacrificing your dreams at the altar of reality is a rite of passage for everyone but a handful of rock stars and ballerinas. You can’t ever let that shit get to you, or else you’ll end up leading one of those lives of quiet desperation.
The trick is a healthy line of succession. When a dream dies, you gotta pick up that crown and put it on the next head right away. It doesn’t matter if the new dream is thirteen years old and terrified, that bitch is queen now.
The dream is dead. Long live the dream.
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(via phat-cow) I had to reblog this one, I actually did LOL.
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I’m not advocating violence, but something needs to be done here.
Reblogged, but Pretty much
Ah the days of big hair.
SLAP!
Ah the days of big hair.
SLAP!
