I FUCKING HATE GLASSES THERES ALWAYS DIRT SOMEWHERE ON THE LENSES AND NO MATTER HOW CAREFULLY YOU CLEAN THEM IT WILL NEVER COME OFF 100% JFC THATS IT I GIVE UP IM GONNA SIT HERE WITHOUT GLASSES AND RUIN MY EYES GOODBYE
(via diannariot)
Never Ending Story
New York 1922. The tempo of the city had changed sharply. The buildings were higher, the parties were bigger, the morals were looser, and the liquor was cheaper. The restlessness approached hysteria.
