A piece of bread, a hunk of meat, and all the mustard you can eat
the cry of the Lucky Dog
(via Managing Ignatius: The lunacy of Lucky Dogs and life in New Orleans by Jerry E. Strahan)
the two sides of this picture are so different, my eyes keep trying to find the line where they were pasted together
there is so much space around floyd, a protective bubble of whimsy, a strange but wonderful composition
super heroes are always fighting
My brothers were always playing together and I was left out most of the time. I don’t know why I was standing there, just waiting to get hit, but I do know that I was wearing one of my favorite outfits: snow pants without a shirt during the summer in East Tennessee… Plus that is my bikini bottom on my head.
reblogged from brerfly
