i like cookie crisp. building tile walls. ascension and lockout. fresh pow. clapping a slate. 50mm lenses.
elisha cuthbert. thats all.
modest mouse. as cities burn. chasing victory. august burns red. funeral for a friend. norma jean. underoath. kill hannah. thursday. atreyu. every time i die. haste the day. gratitude. him. far. coheed. new end original. receiving ends of sirens. beloved. frou frou. the blood brothers. underminded. team america soundtrack. the chariot. beep beep. at the drive in. spoon. mars volta. cursive. bright eyes. radiohead. the arcade fire. the cure. death cab. sunny day real estate. ima robot. elliot smith. at the gates. children of bodom. her space holiday. imogen heap. elefant. to die for. yesterdays rising. as i lay dying. the bled. the rapture. interpol. camp. dead poetic. from autumn to ashes. unearth. the beautiful mistake. anatomy of a ghost. built to spill. the faint. im tired of listing...
Twenty-eight days... six hours... forty-two minutes... twelve seconds.
Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit crushing game shows, stuffing junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose a future. Choose life...
She's beautiful woman with a wonderful sense of humor and magical smile. Straight from Brighten Beach, Brooklyn. Let's give a juicy welcome to Mrs. Sara Goldfarb.
Well, it's the second one I've had, but they're both the same. They start out that I'm in here, but it's not day or night. It's kind of half-night, you know? But it looks just like this, except for the light. And I'm scared like I can't tell you. Of all people, you're standing right over there, by that counter. You're in both dreams and you're scared. I get even more frightened when I see how afraid you are and then I realize what it is. There's a man, in back of this place. He's the one who's doing it. I can see him through the wall. I can see his face. I hope that I will never see that face ever outside of a dream. That's it.
What is this? A center for ants? How can we be expected to teach children to learn how to read if they can't even fit inside the building?
So in the end, was it worth it? Jesus Christ. How irreparably changed my life has become. It's always the last days of summer and I've been left out in the cold with no door to get back in. I'll grant you I've had more than my share of poignant moments. Life passes most people by when they're busy making grand plans for it. Throughout my lifetime I've left pieces of my heart here and there. And now, there's almost barely enough to stay alive. But I force a smile, knowing that my ambition far exceeded my talent. There are no more white horses or pretty ladies at my door.
What do you call getting a handjob from Mrs. Calloway in the back of her Jaguar?
im done with quotes. if you dont know them, figure them out. heres the rest:
snatch. edward scissorhands. fear and loathing. spun. boondock saints. intacto. lock stock. kill bill. lost highway. pulp fiction. boogie nights. closer. magnolia. vigin suicides. punch drunk love. zoolander. super troopers. being john malkovich. blow. eternal sunshine. blue velvet. more and more but im bored of writing them.
24 oc south park family guy.
ham on rye. fear and loathing. perks of being a wallflower. the cinematographer's handbook.
do you think she's still alive.
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