Showing posts with label pulp fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pulp fiction. Show all posts

Sunday, 27 February 2011

pulp.

Don't you hate that? 



What? 



Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable? 



I don't know. That's a good question. 




That's when you know you've found somebody special. When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.