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Still my favorite book series to this day.
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‘Bad Guys’ GQ Article June 2012, Photos by Nadav Kander
omg
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So uhm, here’s a smile.
have a good day, everyone.
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I was at the emergency room earlier because I’m an idiot.
Woke up hungover and this is what I look like now W H A T
No dreams within her heart but dreams of love
Carré Blanc: If George Orwell and Andrei Tarkovsky had a love child, it would look something like French writer-director Jean-Baptiste Léonetti’s bracing debut feature, set in a dystopian future where childbirth rates are low, suicides high, and that hamburger you’re munching on just might be made from human ground round.
I remember this! This was a good film!
“‘Til I Hear You Sing”, Ramin Karimloo (from Andrew Lloyd Webber’s Love Never Dies)
Legit have tears in my eyes, oh my god.
This is my favourite song from the musical, partly because it’s the one I heard the most number of times, though “Once Upon Another Time” is a close second.
I finally got to listen to the original cast recording in one sitting, after ignoring* it for the longest time. I mean, Phantom is fine amazing on its own, and I did believe in my heart that Erik and Christine’s love for each other is undeniable, and that made for such a beautifully tragic ending, but getting some sort of validation in the form of Love Never Dies is just, well, great!
* Because I felt that I need to read Leroux’s novel first, but like, life is short and such. And also I like like like like like Ramin and Sierra a lot, which honestly annoys even me at this point (I apologize for spamming you guys, especially on Twitter).
My mother wanted to know where I inherited my penchant for creating a mess, and I’m an insufferable smartass who can’t deliver a simple punchline.
In any case, I’m glad that we’re at an age where we get to talk like this to our parents and not expect palo or something. Like we’re friends, you know?
(via handcuffs-and-cheese)
Happy birthday, love! <3
amazing book, really. best book ever.
Today in philosophy, my tummy decided to growl like a freaking lion we talked about truth and the professor said “1 + 1 = 2” is a statement that will always be true, that it will never be such that “1 + 1 = 3”
#CloseEnough, but the point is that it can be.
The point is that I don’t know what I’m talking about.
(via pervyanon)
- Q: How do we get rid of bigotry?
- A: We shave it.
GPOYW How’d you like my pajama pants? If you look closely you’d see that I’m doing my homework! Hopefully I don’t lose this bobby pin
A couple of minutes until my Love Never Dies OLC download finishes. I’m ready.
I’m taking a break because I’m sitting across somebody I don’t know but looks so, so familiar—everything about them makes you wonder if you’ve met in another life.
Okay, I’m going to stop staring.
- “Fuck you with a chainsaw!”
- “…baby in her stomach.”
- “…sand up your vagina!”
What I imagine my professor’s opening statement today would be? IDK I’m going to school. (via dasselbstgesprach)
Nope, it was “Holy shit!”
(I mean, it’d be pretty odd if that was indeed the case. I’d freak out.)
And it wasn’t an opening statement—I can’t remember what the actual opening statement was—just something that came up while we’re discussing what philosophy is. “Holy shit” is what we’re supposed to be feeling after we take this course. “Holy shit” in a we’ve-just-deconstructed-everything-we’ve-ever-believed-in way, although “holy shit” in a what-the-hell-was-that-final-exam way could be right too, I suppose.
I’m not paraphrasing. I actually can’t come up with anything from memory right now but I’ve written down plenty of (hopefully relevant) things.
I’d love to say I was 100% present during that lecture but like, when was that the case ever? At one point I was checking my pulse but then I got a little confused and forgot what comes after the number forty. Next thing I know, somebody was trying to explain how trying to build some sort of a machine that could test whether or not numbers exist, much like how the LHC is used to prove the existence of the Higgs boson, is illogical or something. It was irrelevant anyway.
Three hours go by pretty quickly, I find.
Today—well, yesterday—was the first day of the rest of my life.
I am not making sense, am I? There’s going to be a lot more of these in the future, probably.
This was a first day of summer classes diary post. Thank you, Captain Obvious, sir.
