Kryštof Šubr

My eyes were blue and nobody loved me but myself

holy shit

a lot of cum

“I would like a hat like that”

“Daddy...do you help people?” Sarah asked again

The poor had a right to fuck their way through their bad dreams. Sex and drink, and maybe love was all they had.

I think our time is up.
I know. Hold my hand.

this is just a Frasier episode

“A dead man's dog ain't got a name.”

“you're all so dull,” he said.
“But we're all there is!”

“Frank, why don't you shut the fuck up?”

I ain't afraid to die.
That's good. Helps you die. Doesn't help you to live.

The drink comes without asking

Not a very good anecdote.

Why did Jesus weep?

“I just hate it.”

If I don't come back, tell mama i love her.
Your mama is dead, llewelyn.
Well, then I'll tell her myself.

Meet lack is meet lack. Lack of meet. A meet is a meet. Where you meet somebody.

She looked up and across the barn, and her lips came together and smiled mysteriously.

I didn't want her to get a goddam inferiority complex.

Fuckin endings, man, they weren't as easy as they looked.

What had begun as a harmless piece of vanity - an ironic joke at his own expense - had soon taken on a more serious role, a visible index of his success or failure.

Absolutely fucking unreal.

Nobody wants to be here and nobody wants to leave

“Canned food is a perversion...it is ultimately very damaging to the soul.”