November 9, 2009

all over again

They called themselves the nighttime kids, and it didn’t matter that it wasn’t the cleverest of names. Nothing mattered in the nighttime, not when they were racing the dark streets in Kyle’s 1999 Dodge Neon, not when they were climbing the local elementary school’s jungle gym by flashlight, not when they were stocking up on glow sticks and Slurpees from the local 7/11. Annie spoke rarely but knew the lyrics to every pop song of the 90s. Jackson didn’t know where his parents were at any given time, but his basement held at least four sleeping bags. Alyssa was loud and unforgiving and she had showed up on the only cold day in July with biting witticisms and three packs of water balloons. Nobody got drunk and blacked out on the side of the road, nobody fell in love; nobody cared enough. “We’re the nighttime kids, not the nighttime fuck-ups,” Annie explained. “We just don’t always do things right during the day, and this is our do-over.”

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gauzeglitter: thunderous applause omg girls girls girls how did i miss that one

gauzeglitter:

thunderous applause

omg girls girls girls how did i miss that one

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November 8, 2009

mary poppins

  • Bert: You know, begging you pardon, but the one my heart goes out to is your father. There he is in that cold, heartless bank day after day, hemmed in by mounds of cold, heartless money. I don't like to see any living thing caged up.
  • Jane: Father? In a cage?
  • Bert: They makes cages in all sizes and shapes, you know. Bank-shaped, some of 'em, carpets and all.
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thirtyrockefeller:worb: Everyone is born, but not everyone is born the same. Some will grow to be butchers, or bakers, or candlestick makers. Some will only be really good at making Jell-O salad. One way or another, though, every human being is unique, for better or for worse.

thirtyrockefeller:worb:

Everyone is born, but not everyone is born the same. Some will grow to be butchers, or bakers, or candlestick makers. Some will only be really good at making Jell-O salad. One way or another, though, every human being is unique, for better or for worse.

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infinitebutterflies:beautifuldecay:isthisblood:mynoisyheart: Taken: 1939Discovered: 2008 In Anne Frank’s Diary Anne called Peter Schiff her “one true love.” In 1940 at the age of 11 she writes ‘Peter was the ideal boy: tall, slim and good-looking, with a serious, quiet and intelligent face. He had dark hair, beautiful brown eyes, ruddy cheeks and a nicely pointed nose. I was crazy about his smile, which made him look so boyish and mischievous.’ For more than 60 years there were no photographs known of Anne Frank’s childhood sweetheart. The photo above was discovered when a childhood friend, Ernest Michaelis, now 82, came to realize that the childhood friend that gave him this photograph (before Michaelis had left Germany for Britain) was the 13-year-old boy Anne Frank wrote about in her diary. (deadpoetry:zeamariexo:watertothebrain)

infinitebutterflies:beautifuldecay:isthisblood:mynoisyheart:

Taken: 1939
Discovered: 2008

In Anne Frank’s Diary Anne called Peter Schiff her “one true love.” In 1940 at the age of 11 she writes ‘Peter was the ideal boy: tall, slim and good-looking, with a serious, quiet and intelligent face. He had dark hair, beautiful brown eyes, ruddy cheeks and a nicely pointed nose. I was crazy about his smile, which made him look so boyish and mischievous.’ For more than 60 years there were no photographs known of Anne Frank’s childhood sweetheart. The photo above was discovered when a childhood friend, Ernest Michaelis, now 82, came to realize that the childhood friend that gave him this photograph (before Michaelis had left Germany for Britain) was the 13-year-old boy Anne Frank wrote about in her diary.

(deadpoetry:zeamariexo:watertothebrain)

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burl ives - holly jolly christmas

oh ho, the mistletoe, hung where you can see
somebody waits for you,kiss her once for me

I was in the holiday aisle at walgreens today and this relatively old woman was giggling and pushing the “try me” button on a large santa hat that played this song. (side note: WHAT AN AWESOME HAT). anyway, after about four times through, her husband came over and told her to put it down, she was embarrassing him, but then he gave in and bought it for her. now that’s that spirit of christmas

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levicorpus:1997:(via yrgod)

levicorpus:1997:(via yrgod)

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thirtyrockefeller: (via nickjonasthinks) oh my god hahahahaha

thirtyrockefeller:

(via nickjonasthinks)

oh

my god

hahahahaha

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