Candy says

I’ve just finsied watching Scrubs. I guess I should watch Scrubs again.

Sat, 08 Jun 2013 23:59:46 +0300

I’ve just finsied watching Scrubs. I guess I should watch Scrubs again.

garbagegallery: Shirley by Big Bad Red on the subject of role...

Tue, 21 May 2013 23:06:00 +0300

garbagegallery:

Shirley by Big Bad Red

on the subject of role models

this is so perfect

Tue, 21 May 2013 23:03:00 +0300

this is so perfect

is beautiful creatures the new twilight and if so why am i watching it help me

Tue, 21 May 2013 22:45:19 +0300

is beautiful creatures the new twilight and if so why am i watching it help me

Decided to watch Movie 43 thinkig ‘how bad can it be’. I was so wrong.

Tue, 21 May 2013 01:04:35 +0300

Decided to watch Movie 43 thinkig ‘how bad can it be’. I was so wrong.

the only thing i love more than hating popular culture is...

Sun, 19 May 2013 14:30:00 +0300

the only thing i love more than hating popular culture is posting pictures of jennifer lawrence

just jennifer lawrence being way too fabulous

Sun, 19 May 2013 13:52:57 +0300

just jennifer lawrence being way too fabulous

Job Titles

Sat, 18 May 2013 19:20:00 +0300

Friend 1: Isn't he, like, a CFO?
Friend 2: No, he's like a D.I.C.K.

(yes, I have 2 friends)

I just remembered how much I love effie trinket.

Sat, 18 May 2013 13:58:00 +0300

I just remembered how much I love effie trinket.

in the valley of the dolls we sleep

Sat, 18 May 2013 00:10:23 +0300

in the valley of the dolls we sleep

now it’s full of evil clowns

Sat, 18 May 2013 00:05:00 +0300

now it’s full of evil clowns

Celestine - Spector If I could step back in time, I’d make...

Thu, 16 May 2013 21:39:00 +0300

Celestine - Spector

If I could step back in time, I’d make no mistakes. I’d write all the songs,
I’d meet all the girls who are beautiful now but were miserable then
I’d tell them how this all turns out in the end

Photo

Thu, 16 May 2013 21:24:00 +0300

Instant Crush - Daft Punk yep

Wed, 15 May 2013 23:44:18 +0300

Instant Crush - Daft Punk

yep

Photo

Wed, 15 May 2013 23:13:00 +0300

coketalk: Fuck that shit. Too pretty for New York. Too smart...

Tue, 14 May 2013 22:48:40 +0300

coketalk:

Fuck that shit. Too pretty for New York. Too smart for LA.

courtesy of the coquette couldn’t reblog, but I had to...

Tue, 07 May 2013 20:29:28 +0300

courtesy of the coquette

couldn’t reblog, but I had to have it on my blog, so there.

(and: I know, i know)

Adelaide - Meg Myers

Tue, 07 May 2013 20:22:00 +0300

Adelaide - Meg Myers

A Murder Of One - Counting Crows Well I’ve been watching...

Tue, 07 May 2013 20:00:44 +0300

A Murder Of One - Counting Crows

Well I’ve been watching you for hours
It’s been years since we were born
We were perfect when we started,
I’ve been wondering where we’ve gone

heard this on scrubs and since the other song from the show that I liked turned out to be coldplay obviously i wasn’t going to post that one so here it is, the not coldplay song.

Faith Healing by Philip Larkin

Tue, 07 May 2013 18:08:00 +0300

Slowly the women file to where he stands

Upright in rimless glasses, silver hair,

Dark suit, white collar. Stewards tirelessly

Persuade them onwards to his voice and hands,

Within whose warm spring rain of loving care

Each dwells some twenty seconds. Now, dear child,

What’s wrong, the deep American voice demands,

And, scarcely pausing, goes into a prayer

Directing God about this eye, that knee.

Their heads are clasped abruptly; then, exiled

Like losing thoughts, they go in silence; some

Sheepishly stray, not back into their lives

Just yet; but some stay stiff, twitching and loud

With deep hoarse tears, as if a kind of dumb

And idiot child within them still survives

To re-awake at kindness, thinking a voice

At last calls them alone, that hands have come

To lift and lighten; and such joy arrives

Their thick tongues blort, their eyes squeeze grief, a crowd

Of huge unheard answers jam and rejoice—

What’s wrong! Moustached in flowered frocks they shake:

By now, all’s wrong. In everyone there sleeps

A sense of life lived according to love.

To some it means the difference they could make

By loving others, but across most it sweeps

As all they might have done had they been loved.

That nothing cures. An immense slackening ache,

As when, thawing, the rigid landscape weeps,

Spreads slowly through them—that, and the voice above

Saying Dear child, and all time has disproved.