Shout out to Ellie’s relative who fires a gun in church 

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Natasha Lyonne, Slums of Beverly Hills, 1998
  • House phone: *rings*
  • Me: nah
Are you aware that you just told an inmate in prison that she should become a correctional officer? What the fuck is wrong with you?

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"You’re a beautiful, sweet girl. Fuck this guy. So many people are gonna love you."

"No, nobody’s gonna love me."

"I do."

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Just watched Big Fish for the second time.


It’s weird, I remember watching it when I was smaller. I smiled at the side show characters and guffawed at the town of Spectre and the other wonderful people Edward Bloom met through his kindness and travels. I thought it was innocent and seeing it that way I really didn’t have the first clue about the fact that it was a story leading you into a mans death. I just saw the majesty of his tales, I put the emphasis on his life rather than his death and loved the story because he lived, purely. Now, as I re-watched I couldn’t help myself from crying through the second half. Because as I watched, I slowly came to realize that his son is, at least in small part, in all of us. We aren’t captivated by the stories our parents/guardians tell us, we’re more entranced in our own lives and the stories we’re creating. Before you know it, the stories you’ve been told as a child when you weren’t really listening are forgotten, and with them, the details of the lives of people who for better or worse, are our loved ones. The stories aren’t always fairy tales and sometimes, the prince turns out to be you, not them and realizing that that’s probably the moral of their story might even hurt when you figure it out. But the truth is that the stories are always of value because they helped guide your “person” to who they are today. And in the end, I think everyone would agree, that if they could be sent off as a special/significant piece of a life-long story, reimagined with you and their other loved ones dancing around the tales, that it would mean that in some small way. They lived happily ever after.








I was gaping the entire song this is insane

If I had a dollar for every time a musician made me feel like I’ve done nothing with my life, I’d be filthy, FILTHY rich.

Wow. Wooooooooooooooooooooooow. BLESS.

A girl at my old school did the same thing as this and holy shit I was in love with her all up through senior year

Joder, me ha gustado pero estoy flipando con la técnica de arco que tiene. Increíble.



when yo friend is considering watchin yo favorite show


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It’s so frustrating when you’re like the only person who can see how evil and sneaky someone is and everyone else is like blind to it

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