babe.
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— Anthony Bourdain - Kitchen Confidential (via gotardi)
The epitome of Tony Bourdain.
Oh my god. ♥
Kevin Spacey has a great face.
Andy, be serious. You are not trying. You are whining. What is it that you want me to say to you, huh? Do you want me to say, “Poor you. Miranda’s picking on you. Poor you. Poor Andy”? Hmm? Wake up, six. She’s just doing her job. Don’t you know that you are working at the place that published some of the greatest artists of the century? Halston, Lagerfeld, de la Renta. And what they did, what they created was greater than art because you live your life in it. Well, not you, obviously, but some people. You think this is just a magazine, hmm? This is not just a magazine. This is a shining beacon of hope for… oh, I don’t know… let’s say a young boy growing up in Rhode Island with six brothers pretending to go to soccer practice when he was really going to sewing class and reading Runway under the covers at night with a flashlight. You have no idea how many legends have walked these halls. And what’s worse, you don’t care. Because this place, where so many people would die to work you only deign to work. And you want to know why she doesn’t kiss you on the forehead and give you a gold star on your homework at the end of the day. Wake up, sweetheart.
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riley <3
Fucking get in me right now.
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How can this man be so sexy even when he’s just drinking chlorophyll?
Oh god I can’t.
I can’t breathe.
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Ian: See... we need a traffic peacock.
Me: A what?
Ian: A traffic Peacock. I mean you can put up as many signs, cones, whatever to tell people to slow down but they never will. So instead you just let loose a bunch of peacocks in the road where you live and everyone will slow down for the peacocks.
Me: Aren't peacocks somewhat dangerous?
Ian: That's exactly it! If someone's like *fuckmumblemumblemumble* getting out of their car the peacock will just like attack them.
The kind of shit we come up with drunk as hell playing ukulele on the front porch at one am.
