Usually when I obsess over things, I see germs sneaking into my skin. I see myself crushed by an endless succession of cars, and he was the first beautiful thing I ever got stuck on. I leave the door unlocked. I leave the lights on.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
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Alex performing “Singing in the Rain” as he attacks the writer and his wife was not scripted. Stanley Kubrick spent four days experimenting with this scene, finding it too conventional. Eventually he approached Malcolm McDowell and asked him if he could dance. They tried the scene again, this time with McDowell dancing and singing the only song he could remember. Kubrick was so amused that he swiftly bought the rights to “Singing in the Rain” for $10,000.
i always sing that song when doing something bad now it’s a reflex
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Today was good. Hopefully tomorrow goes according to plan.
This is a pug wearing a Carmen hat.
A fucking CARMEN HAT.
~fab
Chat Sound
Every time I hear my Facebook chat sound, I desperately hope it’s you. It never is.
Effin’ Cry
All we ever seemed to do was fight, screw, and laugh our butts off to Family Guy.
Classic
Ugly crying because i’m going to die alone.
In one hour, I’ll be at a wedding
Watching two people exchange vows and be all cute and romantic and shit
Then I’m gonna go cry myself to death
Okay.
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I stood outside and
watched the traffic lights
People walking by
overcoats with heads that tucked inside
and she turned
“Nobody knows you like I do
nobody knows the way your mind can move
always taking me back”
Across a crowded street
standing underneath, can it be?
Dressed in faded black
when i looked at her she smiled back
and she laughed
“Nobody loves you like I do
nobody loves the way your eyes can love
always taking me back”Oh, and I can’t recall a time
when life seemed so down
when life it seemed so down
when she left
“Nobody loves you like I do
nobody loves the way your eyes can love
always taking me back”
Until June | Nobody Knows You
I will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
Charles Bukowski (via revolucionesdelalma)
Today, I’m going to be the girl working out in a “Love Pink” sweater and yoga pants.
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