"I have drunk since I was fifteen and few things have given me more pleasure. When you work hard all day with your head and know you must work again the next day what else can change your ideas and make them run on a different plane like whisky?"
~ Ernest Hemingway (via rosieanice)
Oh god I love this so much.
in college 3 boys straight up stole my undies. which speaks volumes for the types of boys i dated when i was younger. also, i have not since stopped dating those assholes but i haven’t been stolen from in a while so thats a plus. twice the boys stole the underwear from my own home. it is unclear what their intentions were with my undies but each of them owes me $12.50. after college i finally got my life right and went to see the gynecologist and could not for the life of me find my underwear when i was getting dressed and they fell out of the leg of my pants in the parking lot on my way back into my office. i’m not certain if anyone saw. i picked them up - opened the car door and threw them into the back of my honda which they most likely stayed until i sold it to a junkyard for less than $1,000. some poor junk-yard-man is probably wearing the around his apartment right now. i bet he lives in florida and smokes a lot of crack. just a few weeks ago i went over the the boys house i was dating (no longer dating) and we started to make out and somehow my pants came off and he said, “why are your underwear on inside out?”