Pages from The Manuscript by Paul Miller for Channel 4’s Utopia

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"how are you doing at college?"

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"how is that job hunting going?"

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"have you got anything planned for the future?"

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vicemag:

OK, So I’m Doing Something About My Drinking Problem

It’s 1 AM on a Saturday and I’m sober. I definitely don’t want to be, but I am. Sobriety at this hour is completely alien to me, as bizarre as the idea of being drunk at 8 AM, which is something, I shit you not, I’ve never done—despite the fact that everyone and my mother now sees me as the world’s largest lush.

I’m sober tonight because I wasn’t last night. Last night, I was shitfaced. My excuse? It was someone else’s birthday. A cavalcade of pals at the party I attended complimented me on the piece I recently wrote about my drinking problem, raising their glasses to meet mine. I accepted their kind words with the only grace I could muster in my highly altered, bleary-eyed state. I drank enough to brag about my junior high wrestling career. (I received a bronze medal for placing third in the state, but only because two other girls were in my weight class.) I drank more than enough.

I woke up at 3 PM today, ruined for the world, just like old times. I allowed myself to get fucked up because I did so in the context of a social gathering—my new rule is to never drink alone. But when surrounded by other warm-blooded mammals, I have permission to knock down a can (or eight) of shitty American macrobrew. Telling myself I can’t drink alone only means I stay up as late as humanly possible, imbibing in the presence of others. My new rule, as rules go, is fairly useless.

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Really enjoyed reading this article. I’m far from an alcoholic, but I’ve definitely allowed my hypochondriac brain to think I might be dependent.

Just interesting to hear another perspective.

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"the weather seems ruff today doesnt it Spot haha?"
"dont patronize me Greg"

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James Dean photographed by Roy Schatt in New York City, 1954.

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Modern baseball feat @aww_mate crowdsurfing USA last night