June 2008
“Writing down your deepest emotions
With your pen in hand
Your piece of paper...”
– Jonny Lang
Cordelia: Bummer for her. It's awful to feel that lonely.
Buffy: Hmm. So you've read something about the feeling?
Cordelia: Hey! You think I'm never lonely because I'm so
cute and popular? I can be surrounded by people and be completely alone.
It's not like any of them really know me. I don't even know if they like
me half the time. People just want to be in a popular zone. Sometimes
when I talk, everyone's so busy agreeing with me, they don't hear a word
I say.
Buffy: Well, if you feel so alone, then why do you work so hard at
being popular?
Cordelia: Well, it beats being alone all by yourself
CLEM!
how have i not heard of that movie before? it sounds amazing. i must watch it At Once.
“And the summer became the fall
I was not ready for the winter
It makes no...”
– Nightbird, Stevie Nicks
Lester Bangs: Aw, man. You made friends with them. See, friendship is the booze they feed you. They want you to get drunk on feeling like you belong.
William Miller: Well, it was fun.
Lester Bangs: They make you feel cool. And hey. I met you. You are not cool.
William Miller: I know. Even when I thought I was, I knew I wasn't.
Lester Bangs: That's because we're uncool. And while women will always be a problem for us, most of the great art in the world is about that very same problem. Good-looking people don't have any spine. Their art never lasts. They get the girls, but we're smarter.
William Miller: I can really see that now.
Lester Bangs: Yeah, great art is about conflict and pain and guilt and longing and love disguised as sex, and sex disguised as love... and let's face it, you got a big head start.
William Miller: I'm glad you were home.
Lester Bangs: I'm always home. I'm uncool.
William Miller: Me too!
Lester Bangs: The only true currency in this bankrupt world if what we share with someone else when we're uncool
i am really
REALLY not coping with being crippled and stuck at home. i need a pub full of people and a belly full of beers asap.
“She walks out the door, & she’s drinking/kisses like rain
Well shes a...”
– The Triffids
“And my dreams are strange dreams, are day dreams, are grey dreams,
And my...”
– excerpt from The Wander-Light by Henry Lawson, 1902
“All she’s ever felt is held back
She says, “It’s kinda nice...”
– Rascal Flatts (yes i like country music. i am severely uncool and i dont care one bit.)
thesilentcountry:
When an American submarine arrives at Williamstown, the American commander is invited to stay with an Australian naval officer and his family. They take him to a beach in Port Phillip Bay where they spend their time swimming, sailing and sunbaking. The following day the Australians ask the American if he would like to go to the beach again. The American says that as it is a...
Paperflowers...
chimp-shitbitch-kittenscrazy:
Seriously…how do you find these kick ass pictures?!?!
hahaha aww! which ones do you mean darlin??
jessicalouise:
“… the women were like, ‘No, we haven’t read your book, and we don’t need it.’ ” Somebody’s mothers, it seems, are doing something right. “I asked, ‘Where’d you get that confidence thing?’ They said, ‘We were taught from the beginning you have pride, you’re a French woman.’ And they really did have it.”
Liz Tuccillo on her book He’s Just Not Into You and how the French didn’t...
do yourself a favour...
and go read Oh Errol. its a blog by a group of overeducated, underemployed, un-pc, loud, boozy, Australian girls. including me!
and its pretty much the most awesome thing ever. just sayin.
“Maybe it’s love, how would I know?
Every time I get close to it, I let it...”
– Stephen Kellogg
“Does anybody wanna take me home?
I’m kinda lonely
Will you take me home?
Of...”
– Ryan - anybody wanna take me home (via lozzy) 