Cindy Clark, a Pennsylvania-based dog breeder decided to share these images of her then 3-month-old nephew with a few 3-week-old French bulldog puppies.
they’re like twins, like all twins, all, doggy twins, like one woke up one day and was like, wtf, now i’m a baby
Of course he knows about me and Johnny Thunders. Keith’s the kind of guy that keeps up. He gave me this typical limp English handshake and says, “Look, Jerry, I’m sorry. I know what its like. I don’t know what to say. I wish I had a poetic answer. But I will say one thing. Somehow, I don’t know how, but somehow, hang in there. Stick to it. Don’t give up.” Keith really picked up my spirits.
But I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, I’m getting headaches again. I’m not getting through my days too well. I feel exhausted. But I don’t want things to go to waste. I’m forcing myself to shave.
|—||Jerry Nolan on Johnny Thunders, excerpted from Please Kill Me: the Uncensored Oral History of Punk by Legs McNeil and Gillian McCain (via babawawa)|