All for you, dear
bunnysuit:

jopiedevisboer:

arrivaldenialdeparture:

movieoftheday:

Mr. Narwhal: Bye, buddy. Hope you find your dad.



fave christmas movie

bunnysuit:

jopiedevisboer:

arrivaldenialdeparture:

movieoftheday:

Mr. Narwhal: Bye, buddy. Hope you find your dad.

fave christmas movie
suffer her heart, and love her when your love goes unrequited

(via milktrees)

Goal accomplished.
J: I got a huge headache
V: You know what helps? Ice skating. You know what doesn't help? Band practice.
J: Hey reel big fish is playing at the house of blues!
V: Yay!
J: You like them? You like ska?
V: No I don't give a shit just go ice skating.
J: I can't, I'm taking Christmas pics today. Sucks. I'm not photogenic.
V: I know. You look like this in all your pictures -______-
J: Hahah, I know! Needa get my goodside!
V: WHAT GOOD SIDE.
J: True. :'(
My goal before I go to the rink is to make Julian cry.

It shall be accomplished.

musicallydeclined:

wwilliamm:

bschh:

its that one commercial

LMFAOOOO.

Uguise that’s my catch phrase. You have no idea.

musicallydeclined:

wwilliamm:

bschh:

its that one commercial

LMFAOOOO.

Uguise that’s my catch phrase. You have no idea.

http://www.formspring.me/warningsign

Alright. I’m off for the day.
Going ice skating in La Jolla for my 19th birthday.
(technically in January but since I have school I won’t be “home” until March or April)
Vico, Kim, Cat, Jiminey, Brianna, Brenda, Fernie, JoSalle, Ruben, Fernie, Jeffrey.

I haven’t been with such a large group of friends in quite some time.

B: Tomorrow is tortor day.
B: And thursday is Tim day.
V: Wtf you’re hanging out with tim? In san diego!?
B: Yeah! He’s my best friend.
V: OH GOD.

(via fuckyeahprettygirls)
(via fuckyeahprettygirls)
thelovelybones:

Candy’s mother: Do you have any idea what you have done to my family? To me? What happened to that beautiful little girl?Candy: What happened? What happened? Can’t you see? Don’t you understand? I have been clenching my fucking fists since I was six years old. Look at my fucking fists. Look at them. Look at them you fucking bitch. Don’t you understand?

thelovelybones:

Candy’s mother: Do you have any idea what you have done to my family? To me? What happened to that beautiful little girl?
Candy: What happened? What happened? Can’t you see? Don’t you understand? I have been clenching my fucking fists since I was six years old. Look at my fucking fists. Look at them. Look at them you fucking bitch. Don’t you understand?

thelovelybones:

Candy: I’m scared.Dan: There’s nothing to be scared of.Candy: I think we’re gonna end.Dan: We’ll never end.Candy: We’ll end. It’s not gonna work.

thelovelybones:

Candy: I’m scared.
Dan: There’s nothing to be scared of.
Candy: I think we’re gonna end.
Dan: We’ll never end.
Candy: We’ll end. It’s not gonna work.

bunnysuit:

Inglourious Bastards, Shosanna Dreyfus meets Hans Landa again.

bunnysuit:

Inglourious Bastards, Shosanna Dreyfus meets Hans Landa again.

thelovelybones:

Candy: Once upon a time, there was Candy and Dan. Things were very hot that year. All the wax was melting in the trees. He would climb balconies, climb everywhere, do anything for her, oh Danny boy. Thousands of birds, the tiniest birds, adorned her hair. Everything was gold. One night the bed caught fire. He was handsome and a very good criminal. We lived on sunlight and chocolate bars. It was the afternoon of extravagant delight. Danny the daredevil. Candy went missing. The days last rays of sunshine cruise like sharks. I want to try it your way this time. You came into my life really fast and I liked it. We squelched in the mud of our joy. I was wet-thighed with surrender. Then there was a gap in things and the whole earth tilted. This is the business. This, is what we’re after. With you inside me comes the hatch of death. And perhaps I’ll simply never sleep again. The monster in the pool. We are a proper family now with cats and chickens and runner beans. Everywhere I looked. And sometimes I hate you. Friday — I didn’t mean that, mother of the blueness. Angel of the storm. Remember me in my opaqueness. You pointed at the sky, that one called Sirius or dog star, but on here on earth. Fly away sun. Ha ha fucking ha you are so funny Dan. A vase of flowers by the bed. My bare blue knees at dawn. These ruffled sheets and you are gone and I am going too. I broke your head on the back of the bed but the baby he died in the morning. I gave him a name. His name was thomas. Poor little god. His heart pounds like a voodoo drum. (there is lots that was over the top but I just wrote what I heard)

thelovelybones:

Candy: Once upon a time, there was Candy and Dan. Things were very hot that year. All the wax was melting in the trees. He would climb balconies, climb everywhere, do anything for her, oh Danny boy. Thousands of birds, the tiniest birds, adorned her hair. Everything was gold. One night the bed caught fire. He was handsome and a very good criminal. We lived on sunlight and chocolate bars. It was the afternoon of extravagant delight. Danny the daredevil. Candy went missing. The days last rays of sunshine cruise like sharks. I want to try it your way this time. You came into my life really fast and I liked it. We squelched in the mud of our joy. I was wet-thighed with surrender. Then there was a gap in things and the whole earth tilted. This is the business. This, is what we’re after. With you inside me comes the hatch of death. And perhaps I’ll simply never sleep again. The monster in the pool. We are a proper family now with cats and chickens and runner beans. Everywhere I looked. And sometimes I hate you. Friday — I didn’t mean that, mother of the blueness. Angel of the storm. Remember me in my opaqueness. You pointed at the sky, that one called Sirius or dog star, but on here on earth. Fly away sun. Ha ha fucking ha you are so funny Dan. A vase of flowers by the bed. My bare blue knees at dawn. These ruffled sheets and you are gone and I am going too. I broke your head on the back of the bed but the baby he died in the morning. I gave him a name. His name was thomas. Poor little god. His heart pounds like a voodoo drum. (there is lots that was over the top but I just wrote what I heard)

fuckyeahconor:

And though I know that my actions are impossible to justify,
they seem adequate to fill up my time.
And if I could talk to myself like I was someone else
well then maybe I could take your advice.
(And I wouldn’t act like such an asshole all the time.)

(via thelovelybones)
(via thelovelybones)