It's My Heart, Not Me, Who Cannot Drive

Okay, so, continuing the TIME MACHINE theme, I am having a tee-party in august. Which, since I have a time machine, is tomorrow. (TOMORROW I say! You hear me universe?) And I am inviting you.

No, not you, dear reader. Him. ^^^^^

And Him.

And him.

And her.

And them.

And her.

And him.

And him.

And them.

They can come too, if they promise not to stamp on the jelly tarts. Because let's face it, all in one wolf costumes kick serious ass. Ooooh I want one.

Let's face it, these guys win at awesome far more than I ever will.

And it will be on top of a very tall mountain in Japan that is so tall it sticks out of the clouds (I think they have those in Japan.) And we will sit on a huge patchwork quilt on top of the mountain and drink rooibos tea, and eat sticky gingerbread cake and falafel.

Tit Smoking in the Temple of Artisan

Isn't that a totally brilliant title? And yes, the subject of this post is the wonderful photos of various people smoking. (Tits and temples not included - you can't have everything). From Johnny Depp to Bob Dylan and a ton of random models. Health dangers aside, there is something so hypnotically beautiful about that thin curl of smoke, in the hands of the right person. Not the wrong person. (Fat chavs in trakkies, I'm talking to you!) I've given this some thought, and I've decided that smoking is very similar to tattoos and facial piercing - if the person is cool already, they enhance the coolness, if they're not, then they look like a loser. Anyway, here are some pictures and people that I love so much it's retarded.

James Dean

Bob Dylan

Johnny Depp

Reminds me oddly of a brunette, prettier version of Isabella Rosselini in Wild at Heart

Very Alice in Wonderland-esque. All this girl needs is a mushroom to sit on.

Jimi Hendrix

This is what I aspire to. Can you get any more languorous?

:)

Incidentally, today is also my little sister's ninth birthday. Happy Birthday to Anna!