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James Cook, Skins (via aurorarossi)
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And they say it’s a small country. But we drove all night and didn’t see the end of it.
James Cook, Skins (via aurorarossi)
“You think you know death but you don’t, not until you’ve seen it, really seen it. It gets under your skin and lives inside you. You also think you know life, stand on the edge of things and watch it go by, but you’re not livin it, not really, just a tourist, a ghost. Then you see it, really see it, and it gets under your skin and lives inside you and there’s no escape. There’s nothing to be done and you know what? It’s good. It’s a good thing and that’s all I’ve got to say about it.” - James Cook (skins: rise)
Come on inside, hon. I’ve got a roof — which is more than you have right now.
Oh, c'mon, I'd rather be out here than in there.
A gorgeous one. And a drunk one.
Finally someone recognizes my flower power.
I only drank one...bottle.
Sunflower, you’re drunk. And I’m morally obligated to help you to somewhere nice and safe and warm and creep-free. But if you keep trying to mack on me, and getting your lipstick on my face and clothes—my girlfriend is going to be very, very mad.
I'm--I'm not a sunflower.
I'm a daisy.
Call it intuition.
Must not have much of it then, eh?
Rude. I thought you liked me.
Where'd you get that idea from?
That you stink.
Oh, wow, that was a really good zinger. I'm deeply hurt.
I swear to God, this is the hangover of the centu--
Sorry, what were you sayin'?
Are you okay?
Well my pride is a bit wounded, but other than that I'm just peachy.