where’s the props?? 

severalvariationsofgreen:

“sometimes i wish that i had never met you so i could go to sleep at night not knowing that there was someone like you out there.”

from good will hunting 

because nothing is more disturbing in the realm of airport food than a sliver of onion skin in the box of your Quarter Pounder that looks exactly like a fingernail clipping.

severalvariationsofgreen:

no more breaking rules that i have set… no exceptions… not even a bit.

i know ms. cates will not believe me… but things are going to start being set in stone. 

Yes I saw that movie and it was fantastic, but he was gay in that film so it doesn’t count. 

severalvariationsofgreen:

no. you don’t sound like him. and I have a correction. val kilmer was in an amazing movie called “kiss kiss, bang bang” just a few years ago. watch it!

fridayisdonutday:

Someone told me yesterday that I sounded exactly like Val Kilmer. I don’t know if I should be offended at this or not since I don’t remember what his voice sounds like. This is probably due to the fact he hasn’t really been in a real movie since 1995.

Someone told me yesterday that I sounded exactly like Val Kilmer. I don’t know if I should be offended at this or not since I don’t remember what his voice sounds like. This is probably due to the fact he hasn’t really been in a real movie since 1995.

I have enjoyed and actually connected with a song sung by Celine Dion. Please don’t hate me.

ultramove69:

do not post this.

Today was quite exciting.

I got up early, ate breakfast of cereal and OJ and took the bus to work.

Had a meaningful and seemingly sincere talk with my boss.

Got a lot of stuff done with the schedule and began staff feedback.

Took the bus from work, stopped for gelato and ate it on the walk home. 

Now if I can do this all tomorrow AND remember to bring my lunch, I will feel successful. 

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide

Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more

And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.

Basically, Housman’s saying we’re not getting any younger. I personally have only about 40 or 50 Springs left to look at the crocus and smell Spring. Not much time, kids. Go out and live. 

Oh death, where is your sting? Oh grave, where is your victory?

I think the violin is an amazing instrument and the people who can play it - really play it - are fucking geniuses. Christ.