fuckyeahneilmcneil:

~*~d!$ B3tcH iz M@h $piR!t @n!mAl~*~

My sister was probably 7 or 8 when this came out on DVD. One morning, we watched it, and, as it was ending, I asked her what she wanted to do next. 

“Watch it again.”

WE WATCHED IT A SECOND TIME I COULDN’T REALLY DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT.

In hindsight, it was an OK movie, guyz.

(Source: thisisastoryofboymeetsgirl)

Do you think men like Garrett Hedlund in Country Strong exist in real life?

(Answer: Yes. Although, as charming and equally handsome as they may be, they may have dead-end jobs at places like one of the local Wal-Marts or Home Depots and maybe like steak just a little too much and always have dirty hands and fingernails and I just can’t handle all of these things now that I’ve been spoiled by private school in New England even if I really do wish I could go back down South and find a perfect Southern Gentleman.)

(And, as long as we’re being completely honest, I really do prefer regular Garrett Hedlund to his country singer alter ego.)

When I saw this, I realized that Ron Swanson and I are kindred spirits.

(Source: schruteing)

Dernerts + Mescerter, Back Bay, Boston, MA January 27th, 2012

Let this be known as the night that the single phrase “Mershed Peterder” made Ethan, Nick and I laugh for a solid 30 minutes.

This is

1. The best 90’s sitcom (sorry, Boy Meets World)**
2. The best 90’s sitcom theme song.

Alright, alright, so it was on 1985 - 1992 — I, however, caught the reruns in 1995 on the Disney Channel.

(Source: thingsilearnedfromsatc)

This is what it feels/sounds like when I play A-ha’s “Take On Me” on my ukulele.

BABY STEPS.

the-stig:

whydoihaveablog:

soupnazi:

HOLY FUCKING SHIT

 I just googled. Rumor has it that the news for a possible Ferris Bueller 2 could be revealed during Super Bowl Sunday.

I’m nearly in tears. This could be done very, very well. Or it could suck. But it’s hard not to see that usual, if aged, face, hear that familiar voice, and be reminded with that chk-chka-chkahhh and not feel hopeful.

GET OUT OF TOWN.

I wrote about this on Cliche months ago… AND I STILL WANT IT TO HAPPEN SO SO SO SO BAD.

irishglow:

parakeet:

benkling:

Photo from: Boston Phoenix

Some guy went around to various college parties in Boston and evaluated them and took clandestine photos and hey look that’s me. Talking to the beanie girl with her back turned.

That’s me in the middle, hah.

True Life: I was at this party.

Ah come onnnn we’re not THAT douchey. On the other hand, I was at a party last weekend where people debated whether or not The Artist should have been nominated for Best Screenplay. ~LUL COMMUNICATIONS FILM SCHOOL 4LYFE~

politemusings:

The reason you haven’t felt it is because it doesn’t exist. What you call love was invented by guys like me, to sell nylons. You’re born alone and you die alone and this world just drops a bunch of rules on top of you to make you forget those facts. But I never forget. I’m living like there’s no tomorrow, because there isn’t one.

- Don Draper (Mad Men)