Living a destitute life as an independent gentleman. Brooklyn to Italy.
Uh, last night was mad trill, I’m fresh out of Advil, Jesus grab the wheel. @kylepartinofficial @jonalbertson (at City of Greensboro)
A proud older brother. Spent years of my life in that yard. Keep it in the family. And don’t geotag it dumbass.
"I never felt open in any way. I would never impulsively ring people and assume that they’d want to see me, or just go ‘round. I always had to sit down and think very hard before I knocked on anybody’s door. And consequently, I never really knocked."
― morrissey. (via dearfox)
Bella giornata a leggo in il giardino.
"I want you. I want your sleepy confused look when you wake up, and the smile that follows. I want to be the warmth that fills the space in your bed. I don’t want to share you."
― (via deinherzhatkeinegrenzen)
Spring menu ‘14. The Michelin inspector will love it.
Currently getting violently throat fucked by my dreams.
"The idea is to die young as late as possible."
― (via katisque)