get quizzical. or a box of 64 crayons. whatever makes your cheshire cat smile.
can i confess here that i’m not really feeling all that strong and then Sugar Ray comes on the radio and my eyes won’t close at night and one of his books is still on my shelf and i know i can’t afford to regret this but damn it’s like i was abusing and now i have to wean myself off for my own good and why couldn’t he just be someone
I want to try a thing:
Reblog this by Friday and I’ll go through your blog and pair you up with another person who reblogged this. It’ll be like a Tumblr blind date!
*whispers* i actually almost cried at the captain dying scene.
In star trek?
my dad. (i thought he was still talking about the titanic)
Me: why isn’t whose line is it anyway still on?
Dad: iiiiii dunno.
Me: “rejected theme songs for the movie Titanic” “Corpses bobbing in the sea, ha ha ha ha hee hee hee!” *crying laughing*
Dad: it’s been long enough that you can laugh at that.
Me: it’s not my fault that movie’s so… vapid.
Dad: i actually like that movie because leonardo decaprio froze to death.
Dad: like a leonardo decapcicle.