Ink Stains

“I always wanted to be a juvenile delinquent, but my parents wouldn’t let me.”

– John Waters (via kadrey)

Today’s story. There’s nothing out there. Right?

Today’s story. There’s nothing out there. Right?

“Maybe there is no Heaven. Or maybe this is all pure gibberish—a product of the demented imagination of a lazy drunken hillbilly with a heart full of hate who has found a way to live out where the real winds blow—to sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whiskey, and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested … Res ipsa loquitur. Let the good times roll.”

– Hunter S. Thompson (via briankeene)

“No, no, my dream was lengthen’d after life;
O, then began the tempest to my soul!
I pass’d, methought, the melancholy flood,
With that sour ferryman which poets write of,
Unto the kingdom of perpetual night.”

– Shakespeare (Clarence), Richard III (via englishmajorinrepair)