“I can’t be sure, but I think the density of the f-word reaches the saturation point in “Hot Tub Time Machine.” I may have heard it employed as three different parts of speech in the same sentence. One wonders if American-spoken English could survive without it. What did we say in the old days? It must have been a quiet land.”—
"I have a Dolphin bedroom decor. I have a blanket, 2 lamps, a water fountain and 2 light statues. The blanket is not shown in picture. My husband is not into us having a dolphin room and i just upgrated to an ed hardy one so I need this gone cuz I have no room to store it."
He’s NOT INTO DOLPHIN DECOR? My God. Doesn’t he know who Lisa Frank is???
I am the oldest, by far, and also different by leaps and bounds. I know how you see me, as it is how I would have seen myself. To you, I’m a baffling subject. All that you know is what you’ve overheard, and I don’t make much sense to you.
I wish it were easier for me to make it known how much I care. Instead, I write letters you have little chance of reading, and hope that someday, when you need an adult who will actually listen, you will come in my direction.
“They’ve told me I’m part of the Pixar family. Something my mom and I have always talked about is that at the end of every Pixar film, there’s a section in the credits called production babies. It’s babies that have been born to Pixar employees during production of the film. I think that’s just such a Pixar touch. They recognize how important their families are and all the ways in which their family supports them as they’re making the film, and they make the films with their families in mind. They really have family and kids at the heart of their company.”—
Oh, you. I was convinced for years that we were soul mates. A mutual friend still asks, “Are you guys married yet?” We rarely spoke once we returned to the US; when we did, it was magic. My assumption was that we would end up together; I considered transferring schools to bring us closer.
Then, you know, you ruined me a little. I’ve never been so confused as I was the night we spent together last year. I expected things would happen naturally, as they always did when we were 16. Instead, I slept alone in your bed while you moved to the floor.
I didn’t, and still don’t, know how to respond to that. As it stands, you are my least favorite mystery; for whatever reason, I can’t push you into the past where I wish you belonged.
Posting my feelings in a passive-aggressive fashion actually succeeded in bringing closure once before. Maybe I can count on Tumblr once again?
Day 01 — Your favorite song Day 02 — Your favorite movie Day 03 — Your favorite television program Day 04 — Your favorite book Day 05 — Your favorite quote Day 06 — Whatever tickles your fancy Day 07 — A photo that makes you happy Day 08 — A photo that makes you angry/sad Day 09 — A photo you took Day 10 — A photo of you taken over ten years ago Day 11 — A photo of you taken recently Day 12 — Whatever tickles your fancy Day 13 — A fictional book Day 14 — A non-fictional book Day 15 — A fanfic Day 16 — A song that makes you cry (or nearly) Day 17 — An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.) Day 18 — Whatever tickles your fancy Day 19 — A talent of yours Day 20 — A hobby of yours Day 21 — A recipe Day 22 — A website Day 23 — A YouTube video Day 24 — Whatever tickles your fancy Day 25 — Your day, in great detail Day 26 — Your week, in great detail Day 27 — This month, in great detail Day 28 — This year, in great detail Day 29 — Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days Day 30 — Whatever tickles your fancy
At 8 AM, someone poisons the coffee. DO NOT drink the coffee.
In all seriousness: you didn’t expect things to be so very much the same. It has turned out that you are just who you’ve always been. Everything is better here in the future. Concerns have been resolved. I can see by your demeanor that you wonder if you’re still enamored. You are. He’s just the greatest, and he’s not single, and so. Be warned that you choose to live with some crazy Mormons for a while. It’s not terrible, but it would have been better to choose roommates your own age. Don’t worry. You’ll get there. You don’t like yourself much, I think. That’s too bad, because I like you. Just do what you do, and don’t feel bad for drinking so much sangria when you watch Lost. Spoiler alert: it won’t matter much in the end.
“Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow. Never expect to outgrow loneliness. Never hope to find people who will understand you, someone to fill that space. An intelligent, sensitive person is the exception, the very great exception. If you expect to find people who will understand you, you will grow murderous with disappointment. The best you’ll ever do is to understand yourself, know what it is that you want.”—White Oleander (via kari-shma:quote-book:pearlsbeforeswine:theinverter)
“One of Richard Hunt’s most beloved characters was Don Music, a pianist and lyricist who penned such hits as “Mary Had a Bicycle,” “Drive, Drive, Drive Your Car,” and “Can You Tell Me How to Get to Yellowstone Park?” Although his lyrics were so very close to their familiar counterparts, Don demonstrated his artistic frustration by banging his head on the piano, shouting “I’ll never get it! Never, never!” Unfortunately, the kids at home found that so amusing, they began to imitate the act themselves, thus causing Don Music to join the growing pile of retired Muppets.”—