"You’ll find as you go through life that great depth and smoldering sensuality don’t always win." - Woody Allen.

 

otterparade:

cityofbadass:

Do you ever wonder about how an author would describe you in a novel? Not only your appearance but the way you talk and laugh and hold yourself and all the expressions on your face?

“And then there’s this asshole”

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Hey you, come dance with me.

shutupaubrey:

team “i wore this yesterday but i’m going to a different place so it doesn’t matter”

tickettoheaven:

chafing-nipples:

dangermat:

when bananas rot they secrete stuff that makes other fruit including bananas near them rot faster
that’s so fucked up that is murder suicide
bananas commit murder suicide

that’s pretty fucking metal
I’d say it’s pretty fucking
bananas

DiCaprio and Mulligan, meanwhile, don’t seem like star-crossed lovers so much as a delusional man in love with a bauble of a woman. Maybe that’s intentional?

People Magazine’s review on ‘The Great Gatsby’

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READ A BOOK

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The People magazine writer then looked at the graph above and wondered aloud why “the spaceship was veering away from the star.”

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HERE IS TODAY

coketalk:

I’m constantly yelling at people for not having a sense of scale when pondering their relative insignificance in the grand scheme of things. Maybe this will help.

Emergency Compliment:

“Your prom date still thinks about you all the time.” 

 

By the way,

In spite of some nasty technical errors, the first screening of my web series’ pilot was incredibly successful. If everyone laughed that hard with huge chunks of the episode missing, I can’t imagine how great it could be without the errors, and a few weeks’ worth of work on sound design. 

I’m pretty proud of myself and everyone else involved in it.

Just to be clear:

“You’re dressed like a girl!”

and

“Oh, wow, you got Ryne to be pretty!”

Are both prime examples of how to not compliment me.