It’s really when I get drunk at a pool hall on a Friday night and Social Distortion comes on that I remember … I have a screen play to write. I have a story to tell.
By Carol Rossetti (originally in color, I hope she forgives me!)
These photosets keep circulating and they make me so happy. Because constantly I feel afraid about things I enjoy or do and these make me feel so much better
because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow Roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes ‘Awww!’
Adult realizations about The Lion King
1) I want to be as good a parent as Mufasa some day.
2) Scar has an absurd lexicon.
3) As Chloe said, if I were a lion, I’d be all about Simba.
4) Nathan Lane is amazing.
5) The best best score of any movie ever.
This is terrifyingly funny
I swear to every heaven ever imagined,
if I hear one more dead-eyed hipster
tell me that art is dead, I will personally summon Shakespeare
from the grave so he can tell them every reason
why he wishes he were born in a time where
he could have a damn Gmail account.
The day after I taught my mother
how to send pictures over Iphone she texted
me a blurry image of our cocker spaniel ten times in a row.
Don’t you dare try to tell me that that is not beautiful.
But whatever, go ahead and choose to stay in
your backwards-hoping-all-inclusive club
while the rest of us fall in love over Skype.
Send angry letters to state representatives,
as we record the years first sunrise so
we can remember what beginning feels like when
we are inches away from the trigger.
Lock yourself away in your Antoinette castle
while we eat cake and tweet to the whole universe that we did.
Hashtag you’re a pretentious ass hole.
Van Gogh would have taken 20 selflies a day.
Sylvia Plath would have texted her lovers
nothing but heart eyed emojis when she ran out of words.
Andy Warhol would have had the worlds weirdest Vine account,
and we all would have checked it every morning while we
Snap Chat our coffee orders to the people
we wish were pressed against our lips instead of lattes.
This life is spilling over with 85 year olds
rewatching JFK’s assassination and
7 year olds teaching themselves guitar over Youtube videos.
Never again do I have to be afraid of forgetting
what my fathers voice sounds like.
No longer must we sneak into our families phonebook
to look up an eating disorder hotline for our best friend.
No more must I wonder what people in Australia sound like
or how grasshoppers procreate.
I will gleefully continue to take pictures of tulips
in public parks on my cellphone
and you will continue to scoff and that is okay.
But I hope, I pray, that one day you will realize how blessed
you are to be alive in a moment where you can google search
how to say I love you in 164 different languages.
b.e.fitzgerald (Art is a Facebook status about your winter break.)
I learned everything I know about love from:
- Walk the Line
- My parents shitty marriages. Mom: 5 Dad: 2
- Third Eye Blind songs
I’m gonna be ok, right?
Because I really want someone to complain to when the neighbors start mowing the lawn too early.
And someone to hide my cigarettes, but let me have one when I NEED one and not when I WANT one, and to be able to know the difference.
And let me touch their butt ALL the time.
Oh that’s definitely love.
I had a dream that Ty and I were best friends and our other best friend was zack galifinakis and ty and zack were in a band together. Tyler was dating Rebecca Lawson and he found out that zack was trying to get with her, so he fought him…. On the tea cup ride at Disneyland On The Beach. In his procare uniform. And because he was in uniform the cops didn’t arrest him. So I consoled ty then zack and then they remembered how important their friendship is because of their mutual love of beating up little kids. And then we all partied on the beach. The end.
It was actually a really pleasant dream. The fight scene on the tea cup ride was long and ridiculous and very funny.