Could've Been Valerie
another fucking great movie.
with some of my favorite actors.
Penny Travis: Is there such a thing as the human heart, now there’s the better question.
Tim Travis: Well, if you listen closely, you can hear ‘em breaking.
Ollie: We’re all at a bit of a loss as to—
Sookie: Whenever I’m at a loss, I dip into Rilke.
Igby: Rilke? That tortures me.
Igby: Every Christmas, some asshole gives me this copy of Young Poet with this patronizing note on the flap about how it’s supposed to change my life.
Ollie: Maybe you should read it before judging it.
Igby: I’m pretty confident. After all, one of the copies was from you.
One of my favorite movies.
god, so much good in it.
They lost my luggage.
Not delayed. Lost.
As in, they have no record of it ever having existed.
I’m sitting at the airport facing the distinct possibility of a Thanksgiving holiday with literally the clothes on my back.
Somewhere back at LAX, I imagine there is a TSA break room where Shanaynay and Shaniqua are wearing my blonde and red wigs while singing karaoke into my travel dildo.
I’m ready to stuff a courtesy shuttle full of their travel vouchers and corporate policy, douse it in jet fuel, and light a match off the teeth of this bitch’s fake smile.
I swear to god if they didn’t have free wifi, I’d already have single-handedly raised the threat level.
Shanaynay and Shaniqua don’t need those wigs,
they’d fuck up their already elaborate weaves.
That said, airports are so disgustingly unreliable I always fear something will be canceled, delayed, broken or lost.
bonita-applebum:kkkyndollwood:(via fuckyeahrihanna)
bitch is fierce
oh shit, I didn’t know Leeloo was from Barbados.
Ghostface & Amy Winehouse - You Know I’m No Good
More Fish
2006
I had an intense craving
post-nausea
and now,
I am making chocolate-chip cookies from scratch using improvisation.
0_o
It needs to be done.
I’m not pregnant, it’s just…the pill.
FUCK BEING FEMALE!
So Thanksgiving was becoming a drama,
so I resolved it.
We’re ordering the turkey dinner from safeway,
but replacing their mashed potatoes with our own, as well as gravy and adding appetizers. That way it’s half-homemade without people bitching about the work, etc.
We’re having a Thanksgiving celebration goddamnit, or the pilgrims murdered the natives in vain.
…wait..
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