It All Feels Right.

"No man is a failure who has friends."

shakeshack:

Have you checked out illustrator James Gulliver Hancock’s project to draw every single building in New York City? Pretty rad. You can browse all his work by building type and neighborhood. [Images: James Gulliver Hancock.]

This exists, at least partially.

“He had already seen many castles and met many woman (but none the equal of the one who awaited him several days hence).”

—   Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

On Drinking, Death and Vulnerability

On Sunday morning, or really Sunday afternoon, I awoke in a haze, courtesy of a red wine-fueled excursion to Chinatown. The night had turned to morning, and following an ill-begotten stop at White Castle, it had deposited me back in my Bronx apartment sometime after 4:30 a.m. I knew I would wake up hating my decision-making, or lack thereof, and sure enough, the most depressing moment of my recent existence came when I had to stare at myself in the mirror, barely able to keep my head up long enough without my illness manifesting itself in a particularly vile and violent fashion. Living alone, I utter very few words inside of my apartment, aside from the occasional out-loud reading of a recipe or outward reactions to Rangers games and Carmelo Anthony. On this day, however, there were even fewer words; only the occasional obscenity escaped for the most part. This all comes with the territory of the hangover, a lingering evil which reduces men to nonsensical animals, not unlike the substance that engenders them in the first place. Alcohol is poison; this is what we know. Yet many among us put it in our bodies and take temporary leaves of absence from the world, from reality, because we feel like we do enough to earn it, or perhaps don’t do enough to earn anything else. People say things like “I would rather be dead than feel like this,” and often, we think we mean it.

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“Now here you go again, you say you want your freedom. Well, who am I to keep you down?”

—   Fleetwood Mac

Pretty Girl at the Airport

“I didn’t want to kiss you goodbye - that was the trouble - I wanted to kiss you goodnight. And there’s a lot of difference.”

—   Ernest Hemingway
legoalbums:

Jimi Hendrix - Band Of Gypsys
(Multiple Requests)

legoalbums:

Jimi Hendrix - Band Of Gypsys

(Multiple Requests)

“I don’t hate that you’re there, no; that would be selfish. I do, however, hate every moment that you aren’t here.”

"Mister, I ain’t a boy. No, I’m a man. And I believe in the promised land."

"What made you choose to leave?"
“I don’t know,” she said.
And that was all.