the highlights of my days are always the time I spend eating, every other minute in between is just anticipating getting to eat again
The Trumpet Player, art by Gunnor Petersen - 1955
Don’t forget that our lives are endlessly repetitive and that repetition is meaningless.
say yes to the chips
everyone thinks it’s cool, living in the city.
But there aren’t any all-nite restaurants
or all nite anything
basically it’s just not so cool
Jack we can go to the Melrose diner when you’re here - it is a very fine 24 hour establishment
Sometimes I really hate my job but then I try to remember how much chocolate I get to eat
drinking a manhattan and listening to tusk made cleaning my trumpets less awful
btw this is going to be a tumblr of “potential facebook statuses that I don’t feel like sharing with everyone” from here on out
Man I love the mass suicide scene at the end of the second act of ‘Les Troyens’.