Isn't it pretty to think so? |
I'm a freshman at UCSC, and no, I don't know squat about my future. I'd like to be a sea gypsy, or at the very least hop a freight train or two. Sometimes when I'm bored, I write novels. And sometimes, when I'm bored, I waste all my time on the internet. Usually the latter. This is a collection of things that amuse or delight me, mostly involving literature, geeky stuff, history (which isn't geeky at all), or fashion. Or you know. Whatever. If you write me a letter, I will be emotionally fulfilled. zoemstof@yahoo.com (Seriously. Stalking me on the internet? Feel creepy? Write me a letter anyway. I'll love it.) |
You are not studying to watch Skins, and I am not studying to watch Dollhouse! We are twinsies! Good luck on your finals…. I think we’ll both need it.
(via ache)
Making best friend’s former lover (whom I’ve never really talked to) a (completely platonic) mixtape > Reading these two books I have a final on in two days.
Yes? Yes.
Ben Folds, Pomplamoose, Presidents of the United States, the Avett Brothers, Paul Baribeau, and the Violent Femmes are all being considered for positions.
(via thechocolatebrigade)
I don’t even know what movie this is, I just know that I love Rufus Sewell.
RUFUS SEWELL!!!!!! Cold Comfort Farm? Yes.
Lester: I’d always heard your entire life flashes in front of your eyes the second before you die. First of all, that one second isn’t a second at all. It stretches on forever, like an ocean of time. For me, it was lying on my back at boyscout camp, watching fallen stars, and yellow leaves from the maple trees that lined our street, or my grandmother’s hands and the way her skin seemed like paper, and the first time I saw my cousin Tony’s brand new Firebird. And Janie. And Janie. And… Carolyn.
I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me, but it’s hard to stay mad when there’s so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once, and it’s too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst. And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life. You have no idea what I’m talking about, I’m sure. But don’t worry. You will someday.
— American Beauty
Long quote is long, but this is one of the very few movies that, by the end of it, I’m not happy, and I’m not sad, but I feel something. I don’t know what it is, but it’s overwhelming.
The first time I saw this movie, I hated it. The second time, I loved it.
OMG me too! But that’s because I was eight when I saw it for the first time.
I just owned everyone in the cafeteria with ADVERBS.
I think I want to change everything at once. Go cold turkey on eating french fries with nacho cheese at midnight, go to the gym, get new friends, find hobbies, stop watching so much TV, and generally fix everything that makes me cry. I need help with specifics, though. Any advice?
(via ache)
So true.
(via windowsdown)
a) Love them.
b) Is that a piece of raw rabbit flesh in his hand? Because that would be awesome.
Stop-Motion Ad Campaign of the Day: Breathtaking ad by Colenso BBDO for the New Zealand Book Council.
If I knew how to pump gas, I would go find an adventure. But I don’t know how, so I will just stay here and watch Firefly and the West Wing on my laptop. Perhaps not the best use of my time at home.
(via ache)
(via ache)