Blah blah blah.

It feels good to be working again.

This.

Legend has it that Pablo Picasso was sketching in the park when a bold woman approached him.

“It’s you — Picasso, the great artist! Oh, you must sketch my portrait! I insist.”

So Picasso agreed to sketch her. After studying her for a moment, he used a single pencil stroke to create her portrait. He handed the women his work of art.

“It’s perfect!” she gushed. “You managed to capture my essence with one stroke, in one moment. Thank you! How much do I owe you?”

“Five thousand dollars,” the artist replied.

“But, what?” the woman sputtered. “How could you want so much money for this picture? It only took you a second to draw it!”

To which Picasso responded, “Madame, it took me my entire life.”

Ramshackle Glory - Your Heart Is A Muscle The Size Of Your Fist
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longdistancedrunks:

Your heart is a muscle the size of your fist,
Keep on loving. Keep on fighting.
And hold on, hold on,
Hold on for your life.

Grateful Dead - Fire On The Mountain
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soyghost:

mybeautifulrepublic:

I took a 7 week coast to coast road trip after being laid off from Boeing. I didn’t have a camper but realized that being able to pull off the road at a rest or truck stop was the way to go to make the trip affordable. With a few sheets of 1/2” plywood and misc. hardware this is what I came up with. The effort was well worth the time and materials. 

I reblog this everytime it’s so perfect

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Today I quit my job.

Ghost Mice - Boy Meets Girl
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smart-bard:

she asked me if i want to die
i said of course i do sometimes
anyone who doesn’t wanna die
must not really be alive

Everything I touch turns to shit.

Fact.

If you give a cat a pancake

He told me 25 years ago that he would feel real trapped if he didn’t know that he could commit suicide at any moment. I don’t know if that is brave or stupid or what, but it was inevitable.
Ralph Steadman on Hunter S. Thompson, soon after HST’s suicide (February 2005)
No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun - for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax - This won’t hurt.
The suicide note of Hunter S. Thompson (via eclecticseal)