Oh, and I think I didn’t introduce him yet? Newest addition to our bone family. Literally waited for month to get this fella!
that glazed-over expression you get when a movie wants you to feel bad for the shitty male characters
what if we had vision like bats, like:
hey what do you think of my haircut
JSUT A FUCKIN SECOND LEMEM AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA IT LOOKS GREAT HAROLD
when ur tryin to tell a story but people talk over you
thanks doc u tried
I wonder, I wonder, what you would do if you had the power to dream at night any dream you wanted to dream and you would of course be able to alter your time sense, and slip, say 75 years of subjective time into 8 hours of sleep.
You would, I suppose, start out by fulfilling all your wishes. You could design for yourself what would be the most ecstatic life – love affairs, banquets, dancing girls, wonderful journeys, gardens, music beyond belief. And then after a couple of months of this sort of thing, 75 years a night, you’d be getting a little taste for something different, and you would move over to an adventurous dimension, where there was sudden dangers involved, and the thrill of dealing with dangers, and you could rescue princesses from dragons, and go on dangerous journeys, make wonderful explosions and blow them up. Eventually get into contest with enemies. And after you’ve done that for some time, you’d think up a new wrinkle. To forget that you were dreaming, so you’d think it was all for real, and to be anxious about it. Because it’d be so great when you woke up, and then you’d say, well, like children who dare each other on things, how far out could you get? What could you take? What dimension of being lost, of abandonment of your power, what dimension of that could you stand? You could ask yourself this ‘cos you know you’d eventually wake up.
And after you’re gone on doing this, you see, for some time, you’d suddenly find yourself sitting around in this room, with all your personal involvements, problems, etc, talking with me. How do you know that’s not what you’re doing?
Alan Watts (via modest-moon)
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The Princess Diaries (2001)
maybe one day I’ll be cool enough to hang out with someone who uses a film camera and they’ll take a photo of me sitting in the passenger seat of their car and I’ll be laughing candidly enough for my eyes to be closed and they’ll let me use that photo as my profile picture on facebook
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