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“It begins in delight, it inclines to the impulse, it assumes direction with the first line laid down, it runs a course of lucky events, and ends in a clarification of life—not necessarily a great clarification…but a momentary stay against confusion…. Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting…. Read it a hundred times: it will forever keep its freshness as a metal keeps its fragrance. It can never lose it sense of meaning that once unfolded by surprise as it went.”
- Robert Frost
Rocco: Men build things, then we die. It's in our fucking DNA! That's what we do!
Murphy: And when it all falls down?
Rocco: We build it right back up again.
Conner: But this time bigger. BETTER!
Rocco: Look! Look what we can do. Look how fuckin' beautiful we are. You think the men that built all this had it easy?
Murphy: Hard men!
Conner: Doing hard shit!
Rocco: And that gives me a hard on... But not in a gay way or anything.
Murphy: No, no... 'course not
Conner: Yeah it goes without sayin'
Rocco: I am so sick of this self help, twelve step, leftover hippie generation bullshit!
Conner: Now they don't want you to do anything, right?
Just sit there.
Murphy: Don't smoke.
Don't drive fast.
All Together: Kiss my ass!
Rocco: Fuck it! Do it all I say!
Do you think Duke Wayne spent all of his time talking about his feelings with a fuckin' therapist?
Conner: There's no fucking way he did!
Rocco: John Wayne died with five pounds of undigested red meat in his ass. Now that's a man!
Real men hide their feelings. Why?
All Together: Because it's none of your fuckin' business!