The Life and Times of Hunter S. Thompson

"It never got weird enough for me." — HST

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May 27, 2012 12:38 pm
"The patio was crowded, so we sat inside at the snack bar. All around us were people I had spent ten years avoiding—shapeless women in wool bathing suits, dull-eyed men with hairless legs and self-conscious laughs, all Americans, all fearsomely alike. These people should be kept at home, I thought; lock them in the basement of some goddamn Elks Club and keep them pacified with erotic movies; if they want a foreign vacation, show them a foreign art film; and if they still aren’t satisfied, send them into the wilderness and run them with vicious dogs."

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from The Rum Diary by Hunter S. Thomspon (via chronicles) 
April 10, 2012 12:42 pm
"She looked up at the sky. “I just want to be happy. I’m happy with him - so I’m here.”
I nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah, that seems reasonable.”
She laughed. “It won’t last. Nothing lasts. But I’m happy now."

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Hunter S. Thompson - The Rum Diary (via doktor-gizmo)
April 6, 2012 3:28 pm
"Most people who deal in words don’t have much faith in them and I am no exception - especially the big ones like Happy and Love and Honest and Strong."

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The Rum Diary - Hunter S. Thompson (via ohnatico)
12:45 pm
The Rum Diary (2011)

The Rum Diary (2011)

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March 28, 2012 12:45 pm
"I could see myself getting off a boat in Martinique and ambling into town to look for a cheap hotel. I could see myself in Caracas and Bogota and Rio, wheeling and dealing through a world I had never seen but I knew I could handle because I was a champ.
But it was pure masturbation, because down in my gut I wanted nothing more than a clean bed and a bright room and something solid to call my own at least until I got tired of it. There was an awful suspicion that I’d finally gone over the hump, and the worst thing about it was that I didn’t feel tragic at all, but only weary, and sort of comfortably detached."

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Hunter S. Thompson, The Rum Diary (via liberumarbitriumindifferentiae)
March 22, 2012 12:45 pm

Johnny Depp Talks Rum Diary And Hunter S. Thompson’s Rage

Johnny Depp made a special appearance at Columbia University last night to promote his latest movie, The Rum Diary, an adaptation of Hunter S. Thompson’s early novel about a young journalist ensnared in a web of capitalist exploitation in Puerto Rico in the 1950s. Depp, director Alex Gibney (who made a documentary about Thompson called Gonzo), and Rum Diary director Bruce Robinson participated in a panel discussion prior to a screening of the film (which opens Friday). Thompson’s childhood friend and former editor of Rolling Stone Porter Bibb was also on hand, and recalled that Thompson was so worried about the book being tampered with that he wrote “contaminated with semen” on each galley copy.

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March 20, 2012 3:30 pm
"…that little muff of brown hair standing out like a beacon against the white flesh of her belly and thighs…that sacred little muff, carefully nurtured by parents who knew all too well its power and its value, sent off to Smith College for cultivation and slight exposure to the wind and weather of life, tended for twenty years by a legion of parents and teachers and friends and advisers, then farmed out to New York on a wing and a prayer."

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Hunter S. Thompson, The Rum Diary (via pantsomg)
March 10, 2012 6:15 pm

agentlemanandascholar23:

“Why did she have to happen? Just when I was doing so good without her.”

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March 8, 2012 12:46 pm
"Do not confuse love with lust, nor drunkenness with judgment."

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The Rum Diary (via beeisfree)

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March 3, 2012 12:45 pm
"A kind of tenuous understanding that talk is pretty cheap in this league and that a man who knew what he was after had damn little time to find it, much less to sit back and explain himself."

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The Rum Diary, Hunter S. Thompson (via robynskii)
February 25, 2012 6:16 pm
thecountryfucker: “I want to make a promise to you, the reader. And I don’t know if I can fulfill it tomorrow, or even the day after that. But I put the bastards of this world on notice that I do not have their best interests at heart. I will try and speak for my reader. That is my promise. And it will be a voice made of ink and rage.”

thecountryfucker:

“I want to make a promise to you, the reader. And I don’t know if I can fulfill it tomorrow, or even the day after that. But I put the bastards of this world on notice that I do not have their best interests at heart. I will try and speak for my reader. That is my promise. And it will be a voice made of ink and rage.”

3:30 pm
tina-bo-bina: The Rum Diary.

tina-bo-bina:

The Rum Diary.

February 23, 2012 6:15 pm
"It was terribly sad - not the music itself, but the fact that it was the best they could do. Most of the tunes were translated versions of American rock-and-roll, with all the energy gone. I recognized one as ‘Maybellene.’ The original version had been a hit when I was in high school. I recalled it as a wild and racy tune, but the Puerto Ricans had made it a repetitious dirge, as hollow and hopeless as the faces of the men who sang it now in this lonely wreck of a roadhouse. They were not hired musicians, but I had a feeling they were putting on a performance, and any moment I expected them to fall silent and pass the hat. Then they would finish their drinks and file quietly into the night, like a troupe of clowns at the end of a laughless day."

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The Rum Diary, Hunter S. Thompson (via comebeforethedawn)
February 22, 2012 6:16 pm
"Human beings are the only creatures on Earth that claim a god and the only living thing that behaves like it hasn’t got one."

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Hunter S. Thompson (The Rum Diary)

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February 21, 2012 6:15 pm
"Puerto Rico. I came down here looking for a story, but I found the strangest paradise on Earth. It’s where your secrets come to dance and the voodoo works it’s magic. And if the drinking doesn’t get you into trouble, the women definitely will. All of this may sound like some crazed hallucination, but it’s all true - I think."

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The Rum Diary, HST. Just as spot on as the first go round. (via trappedintime)

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