“I’m really in the way, as a person. The myth has taken over. I myself am an appendage. I’m no longer necessary. I’m in the way. It’d be much better if I died. Then people could take the myth and make films… I have no choice. I have to solve this problem. So I suppose my plans are to figure out some new identity, you know. I have to kill off one life and start another one.”—Hunter S. Thompson (via secretcountry)
I drew a picture of my boyfriend and I to give to him, but I got too embarrassed to actually hand it over. So I spent around 20 minutes thinking of ways to present him with it. It got so frustrating that I scrunched it up, threw it at him, yelled “I MADE YOU THIS”, and walked away. Who says romance is dead?