I imagine that heaven is a grainy 8mm film of you fly fishing by the riverside on a quiet afternoon, the wind gently blowing, the silence in the air, nothing but the sound of crickets as the sun begins to set. and there you are with a pipe, resting, relaxing by the fishing boat, with a beer in hand and all your worries behind you
lmao gets me everytime !
WTF okay…why the fuck do you do this to me??? I’m knee deep in thesis and acad shit…and you’re expecting me to apply for my visa and plan my trip in 2 weeks….2 fucking busy “i don’t have enough time to sleep” weeks. WTF okay…fucking stressing me out even more after everything that’s happened in the last 2 months…i deserve a fucking break…but not like this…
growing up
part of growing up is knowing when to put away those books and to just be there for your family
this is me, the grainy photographed version at least. i am deeply flawed. i am full of the shit i keep inside and yet i act as if there’s nothing wrong.
By ferula-
suffering with silence, poise, and grace
because this is one of the best moments in the film
