obviously this represents a failure

(via foreveralone-lyguy)

“This Josh and Tai thing was wigging me more than anything. I mean, what was my problem? Tai is my pal! I don’t begrudge her a boyfriend. What does she want with Josh, anyway? I mean, he dresses funny, he listens to complaint rock, he’s not even cute in a conventional way. I mean, he’s just like this slug that hangs around the house all the time! Ugh! And he’s a hideous dancer, couldn’t take him anywhere. Wait a second, what am I stressing about? This is like, Josh. Okay, okay…so he’s kind of a Baldwin. What would he want with Tai? She couldn’t make him happy. Josh needs someone with imagination, someone to take care of him, someone to laugh at his jokes - in case he ever makes any…Oh my god! I love Josh! I’m majorly, totally, butt crazy in love with Josh!”

dear tumblr,

have i ever told you that my super shy little sister chose this speech for her high school public speaking class? never been so proud as the day she said “butt crazy” in front of a room of her peers.

so. my sister’s the best. deal with it.

(Source: slapmymind, via neverthehurricane)

chotai:

ugh

this is my k hepburn impression, guys

(Source: carygranted)

MERRY CHRISTMAS TUMBLR

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whoopiwhoopi:

Get away from her, you Bitch!

WHOOPI FOREVER

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The Lion in Winter (1968)

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Quint by *euclase

GWEN: What is this thing? I mean, it serves no useful purpose for there to be a bunch of chompy, crushy things in the middle of a hallway. No, I mean we shouldn’t have to do this, it makes no logical sense, why is it here?

(via itsinthetrees)

beverlycrusher:

I’d like a hotel room, please, with an extra large bed, a TV, and one of those little refrigerators you have to open with a key.

Credit card? You got it.

sparkleneely:

HAPPY ST PATRICKS DAY, you bunch of punks. 

(via unicornfandancing)

hiddenballroom:

LISTEN UP MOTHERFUCKERS, THIS AN ANTHEM FOR LIFE

Que sera sera

whatever will be will be

the future’s not ours to see

que sera sera

what will be, will be

I’d like to take this special moment to thank Hitchcock for locking that little boy in that room and having Doris Day sing to him at the top of her lungs.

Alfred Hitchcock is my Valentine. I’m going to draw his fat fucking profile on every goddamn thing I own.

babytheleopard:

:)

(Source: carygranted, via drunkandfreaky)

my feelings about AJ have not diminished at all over time

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