bryan fuller giving us a handy guide in case we ever need it
"You're not me. You're 'that great big beautiful doll.' You're the lucky side of the coin. You were born at the right time. You looked right. You sounded right. You were lucky." -KH
Alison  of Bryn Mawr College  from NJ.
Years and years ago, there was a production of The Tempest, out of doors, at an Oxford college on a lawn, which was the stage, and the lawn went back towards the lake in the grounds of the college, and the play began in natural light. But as it developed, and as it became time for Ariel to say his farewell to the world of The Tempest, the evening had started to close in and there was some artificial lighting coming on. And as Ariel uttered his last speech, he turned and he ran across the grass, and he got to the edge of the lake and he just kept running across the top of the water — the producer having thoughtfully provided a kind of walkway an inch beneath the water. And you could see and you could hear the plish, plash as he ran away from you across the top of the lake, until the gloom enveloped him and he disappeared from your view.
And as he did so, from the further shore, a firework rocket was ignited, and it went whoosh into the air, and high up there it burst into lots of sparks, and all the sparks went out, and he had gone.
When you look up the stage directions, it says, ‘Exit Ariel.’"
Tom Stoppard, University of Pennsylvania, 1996 (via flameintobeing)
"WHO IS REGINA SPEKTOR????" mom furiously wonders, going through her rolodex of Jewish women
Bad thing: having warts partially frozen off your hands with blasts of -200 degree (F?) air
Good thing: having a very very cute very young doctor doing so
women know the size of their breasts. they live with them. they fucking know if they’re large/small/mid-sized they FUCKING KNOW YOU DO NOT HAVE TO TELL WOMEN WHAT SIZE THEIR BREASTS ARE THEY KNOW OKAY IF ONE MORE PERSON TELLS ME MY BREASTS ARE LARGE I WILL PUNCH THEM IN THE FACE I FUCKING KNOW THEY ARE TWO MASSIVE LUMPS ON MY CHEST I CAN’T EVEN SEE MY FUCKING FEET I KNOW THEY’RE BIG DON’T FUCKING TELL ME OKAY I’M WELL AWARE NOW SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE GODDAMMIT I DON’T GIVE A FUCK THAT MY BOOBS BRING JOY TO YOUR FUCKING PENIS THEY ARE MY FUCKING BREASTS AND TELLING ME THEY MAKE YOU HARD DOES NOT TURN ME ON IT JUST PISSES ME OFF AND MAKES ME UNCOMFORTABLE.
on that note, i hope everyone has a wonderful weekend
hello cute boy wearing sweater with elbow patches
give me ur sweater it would look cuter on me
sitting on the floor eating cereal while flipping between futurama and say yes to the dress*
yeah things haven’t really changed since high school
*see the key is to flip because futurama is a fantastic show but can reduce me to tears in 10 seconds (i have timed this) so the insipid aspects of SYTTD balances this out and calms (pretty white noise)