January 2009
19 posts
PostSecret →
“You know what? Fuck beauty contests. Life is one fucking beauty contest after...”
– Little Miss Sunshine (via filmquotes) (via unicornology)
“I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around...”
– John Green, Looking For Alaska (via timetopretend) (via amandasthoughts) (via tuesdayslove) (via unicornology)
“…I believe laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing; kissing a...”
– Audrey Hepburn (via heyaloverly) (via tuesdayslove) (via unicornology)
Schwimming with Sharks
dearoldlove:
According to you, we were Ross and Rachel, except with the sexes reversed. According to me, you watched and talked about TV too much.
“Every time I think about you, I have to remind myself that if you wanted to talk...”
– (via littlemiss) (via crazybeautiful) (via bon-bon) (via unicornology)
“Try everything. Photojournalism, fashion, portraiture, nudes, whatever. You...”
– Alec Soth (Magnum Blog: Wear Good Shoes: Advice to young photographers) (via buyhercandy) (via unicornology)
“Crucially, this band from economically depressed and culturally mocked...”
– Bernard Zuel on the Smiths (SMH: We are all miserablists now) (via buyhercandy) (via unicornology)
“There is always one person you love who becomes that definition. It usually...”
– Chuck Klosterman (via moniekh) (via apologies) (via sleepanddream) (via lovebot) (via skysignal) (via hey-insomia) (via unicornology)
unicornology:
postpunk:
The Smiths - Ask
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Dear Albert Einstein,
unicornology:
buyhercandy:
davidryanadams:
Albert,
Dude, you were totally right. Ha. They proved your shits the other day. I mean, I never doubted you. You were smart, funny, kosher, badass, and you know, kinda nuts. Anyway, they figured out you were right. Thank goodness I have always been a relativist myself. Gravity and light, I mean, we all gravitate towards the light anyway, even...
unicornology:
girldetective:
I love you. You’re going to be inside my characters. That something the grandpa says, that’s something you whispered in my ear. The way that boyfriend scratches his forehead when he’s confused, that’s something you do. Another character’s heart. His friend. Her feelings. The way they hold hands. I dare you to read my stories and not find pieces of you scattered...