If I ever decided to do a tattoo. This will be it.
(the line is taken from the Bright Eyes song)
I was sitting on the canal St. Martin last summer with a group of friends. I was in my "impending doom" mood and my friend Eimear told me one of the sentences her dad's friend (who passed away earlier that year) used to say... I loved it. Stop bitching about life and move your ass. Pretty please.
I found this sentence underlined in "My travels with Charlie" from J. Steinbeck one night around 3 a.m. I laughed so much. (no, it doesn't have to do anything with my obsession with bearded men. not at all)
