You know what. Just fuck you. Fuck you and your tousled hair. And your low neck shirts. And your arms. And your boots. Fuck you and your fucking boots. I bet you smell fucking fantastic too. Get the fuck out.
we’re halfway thru april, u know what tht means?
Sebastian Stan photographed by Nigel Perry
Well now we can both have irrational fears of unintentionally being un-patriotic in a war that ended nearly 60 years ago.
I mean look at this shit.
These are some U.S. coupon books I have, and this is from a British book about rationing:
"When you have used the coupons in your old Food Book you will have to take this Book to the Post Office and exchange it for one of the new Clothing Cards with 40 coupons, making a total of 66 coupons to be used in any quantity at any time, except that when you get your new Clothing Card you will find on it 20 coupons marked X. These can only be used after 1st January, 1942. Keep your old Food Book in safety until you have used all the margarine coupons; you can then exchange for a Clothing Card."
Just thinking about this is making me want to stress eat. Id fly through a coupon book in a day.
AND THEN WHAT WOULD I DO?!?! WHATS A MARGARINE COUPON?!?
We’d find a couple of soldiers on leave is what we’d do, and get them to buy us food and stockings.
I see no other option.
Sebastian Stan - Law and Order (2003)
OH MY GOD