When Watching Thumbelina at 4am: Things to Know.
According to Netflix Instant View: Genres: Children & Family Movies, Movies for ages 5 to 7, Movies for ages 8 to 10, Family Features, Kids Music, Family Feature Animation, Family Sci-Fi & Fantasy This Movies Is: Family-Friendly, Feel Good Thank you, Netflix. Thank you. Now to bake a pear tart BECAUSE I CAN.
There’s nothin wrong with bein happy.– East Route shuttle driver. HOW DID YOU KNOW WHAT I NEEDED TO HEAR.
...Finding The CooL...Shifting Some Pillows...: 30... →
findingthecool: 30 Day Letter Challenge Day 1 — Your Best Friend Day 2 — Your Crush Day 3 — Your parents Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative) Day 5 — Your dreams Day 6 — A stranger Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to
When you’ve slept next to the same person for a while, you begin to breathe in time. As one. In sync. Like the ticking of the clock. Once it finally happens, perfectly, and for the first time, you feel good about it. Before you get giddy, ask yourself — How good. How long did it take to get there. How hard was it to time. How much do you remember having to fight. How much breath did you...
I wish people would stop exploiting my strengths and dismissing my weaknesses.
How I feel, by means of baby animal... →
That look people get when they're about to leave.
It all begins with a shift in weight, a spring compressed in so slight a way, shadows befall your eyes, your mouth remaining animated, automatic replies, energized lies, what happens behind those eyes is too far for me to realize but I see they’re elsewhere, they’re not here, groping ‘round an inky dark, the twitchy hands of your hungry eyes itching to steal anything to keep you alive, behind that...
"You Should Fall in Love with a Poet" by Danny... →
fuckyeahslamnyu: You Should Fall in Love with a Poet You should fall in love with a poet.Go ahead.Give it a shot.You don’t have a lot to lose, you see,because first of allwe’re cheap dates.We don’t need fine wine, expensive filet mignon,Tthese things are nice,but we feast instead on your eyes and your hairand the way your knock-kneed “hello”stumbles drunkenly from your lips.You should fall in...
shattered dice splintered hands weighted chin raised demands play the game tell them lies make them think you’re just fine.
Sherlock Holmes and Dr Watson were going camping. They pitched their tent under...– Geoff Anandappa, runner up in the World’s Funniest Joke. Wiki that shit.
If you love me, you hate me. And if you hate me, you love me. Now if you...
“The fox knows many tricks, the hedgehog only one; a good one.” EVEN MY REQUIRED READINGS SUPPORT MY DESIRE TO GET A HEDGEHOG SO THERE.
A bad sequel is like drinking hot chocolate too hot. The burn hardly lasts forever, but you’re left with those raised, useless bumps on your tongue that ruin your taste for childhood for days.
My dad’s favorite Christmas song is “Little Drummer Boy”. I don’t know when I learned that. I hope my father isn’t a stranger forever.
Every Christmas, my mom finds time to listen to the entirety of Handel’s Messiah. She was raised rather Catholic, and I’ve vague memories of religious communities from when I was much younger, but it has nothing to do with either. It’s an old CD, and an even older CD player, but it is fantastic every time. Like lyrics to Disney songs, it was something I ingested unconsciously...
I’ve never been fishing before. Someone very dear to me (who has gone fishing an awful lot) was patient enough to explain the concept to me. It’s a lot of sitting and waiting, and there’s one rule: Drink. How much?, one wonders. Enough to temporarily lower your IQ to match that of the fish in question. I mean, it’s really only fair.
I’m going for a Helena Bonham Carter + Audrey Hepburn hybrid. Ideally.
I am of a thoroughly middle class background, and I would’ve wanted nothing else. It has made me resourceful, and resilient. It has made me aspire. Even paupers can prove their royalty. Elegance doesn’t have to be inherited.
We’d tape towels to the bottoms of our feet, spray polish in the expected trajectory onto the floor in front of us, and race. We turned cleaning into an ice-skating adventure. We could turn anything into any kind of adventure. Such was the business between my siblings and me.
What cause, do you think, I have to swoon?– one of my lines in Shakespeare’s Coriolanus