Food & Sleep
“What ifs are whatevers. I used to ask my dad a million what if questions a day, and he would always say, ‘well, what if all of those things happen? Then they will have happened. Stop worrying so much about the future and go play.’”
(Source: killrighty)
Hey Logan, let’s collect some dice.
I wasn’t singing guy.
(Source: cooolhorses, via killrighty)
“Even while I protest the assembly-line production of our food, our songs, our language, and eventually our souls, I know that it was a rare home that baked good bread in the old days. Mother’s cooking was with rare exceptions poor, that good unpasteurized milk touched only by flies and bits of manure crawled with bacteria, the healthy old-time life was riddled with aches, sudden death from unknown causes, and that sweet local speech I mourn was the child of illiteracy and ignorance. It is the nature of a man as he grows older, a small bridge in time, to protest against change, particularly change for the better. But it is true that we have exchanged corpulence for starvation, and either one will kill us. The lines of change are down. We, or at least I, can have no conception of human life and human thought in a hundred years or fifty years. Perhaps my great wisdom is the knowledge that I do not know. The sad ones are those who waste their energy in trying to hold it back, for they can only feel bitterness in loss and no joy in gain.”
John Steinbeck - Travels with Charley
Abandoned Diners:
In honour of my lost love—Gerry’s Diner.
Almost three years now since your griddle
ran cold, and I miss you just the same.
Twilight Zone: Will the Real Martian Please Stand Up
(Source: comiques)
