christ! is she still with him? i can’t see what she sees in him, i really can’t.
It was November so The Skeletons poured melted ice-cream into their whisky. No body could remember how this bizarre month-long ritual came about but some biker gangs had to bite heads off chickens or do a poo into their helmets. The Skells had nothing to prove; they were more into fun. And ice-cream.
Philip Larkin (via creatingaquietmind)
what sort of messing cunt does this?