This is a photograph I took of my friend Drew. His beard is filled with wisdom.
My Dad, Montreal, September 1982 on a motorcycle trip. Only twenty-three here, but already married four years, and already a father. Makes me wonder sometimes what the hell I’m doing. Don’t think there was ever a time he wasn’t invincible. Nor will there be, and thats why hes my Dad.
Happy Fathers Day Dad.
Love,
Kyle.
Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want by The Smiths.
Cement around my feet is almost dry.
Upwards of 50,000 people liked or reblogged this on tumblr. Guess I struck a note.
These are my friends. The kind that when asked to bring a chair to a party in my empty apartment, bring a couch. I was about as low as hell, for a long time, before I met these people. I’m so lucky, and I know that well.
Digging My Own Grave by Thrice.
