AWwww..
smh @ all those basic bitches trying to imitate the Queen
these desperate bitches trying to be the queen
have you ever taken a selfie then at first you think wow i’m hot then like a minute later you look carefully at everything on your face and you realize you’re the ugliest person to ever inhabit the planet
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As soon as I have an emotion that’s new, the only way to make peace with it is to get it out. I'm just a born expressionist." - John Mayer
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Actually, the photographs are spaced ten years apart, not sixteen.
1912 to 1922.
The young, homeless (but no less dapper) wanderer shown in the first survived the sinking of the Titanic and swam to the shores of West Egg. There he built a life and a large, empty house, in an effort to win the heart of the wealthy, upper class woman he’d fallen in love with a decade earlier and had been separated from against his will.
He shed his earlier identity, and changed his name to reflect his new station. Jack was now known as Jay Gatsby, the eccentric millionaire who threw parties every night in the hopes that one day his love would show up and spin with him as they had long ago in the dance hall of the lower decks.
Let me tell you a story. The day after Columbine, I was interviewed for the Tom Brokaw news program. The reporter had been assigned a theory and was seeking sound bites to support it. “Wouldn’t you say,” she asked, “that killings like this are influenced by violent movies?” No, I said, I wouldn’t say that. “But what about ‘Basketball Diaries’?” she asked. “Doesn’t that have a scene of a boy walking into a school with a machine gun?” The obscure 1995 Leonardo Di Caprio movie did indeed have a brief fantasy scene of that nature, I said, but the movie failed at the box office (it grossed only $2.5 million), and it’s unlikely the Columbine killers saw it.
The reporter looked disappointed, so I offered her my theory. “Events like this,” I said, “if they are influenced by anything, are influenced by news programs like your own. When an unbalanced kid walks into a school and starts shooting, it becomes a major media event. Cable news drops ordinary programming and goes around the clock with it. The story is assigned a logo and a theme song; these two kids were packaged as the Trench Coat Mafia. The message is clear to other disturbed kids around the country: If I shoot up my school, I can be famous. The TV will talk about nothing else but me. Experts will try to figure out what I was thinking. The kids and teachers at school will see they shouldn’t have messed with me. I’ll go out in a blaze of glory.”
In short, I said, events like Columbine are influenced far less by violent movies than by CNN, the NBC Nightly News and all the other news media, who glorify the killers in the guise of “explaining” them. I commended the policy at the Sun-Times, where our editor said the paper would no longer feature school killings on Page 1. The reporter thanked me and turned off the camera. Of course the interview was never used. They found plenty of talking heads to condemn violent movies, and everybody was happy.
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Roger Ebert (via caterinasforzas)
This. All of it. We need to stop glorifying the news. It makes me feel sick. (via bearheadedgirl) |
That Samsung Galaxy commercial where the mom and kids are seeing dad off in a taxi cab and she wirelessly sends him a video she warns he “probably shouldn’t watch on the plane” is like a Rorschach test; whatever you think is on that video is exactly what’s on it, and that is how filthy a person you are.
Omg. I am such a nerd, I LOVE science jokes and these are SO awesome.
The Best of ‘Chemistry Cat’
Previously: Conspiracy Keanu, Bad Joke Eel, Overly Manly Man, Bad Luck Brian, Sudden Clarity Clarence, 10 Guy
John Mayer song lyrics that pull on my heartstrings.
The Age Of Worry: Don't be scared to walk alone, don't be scared to like it. There's no time that you must be home so sleep where darkness falls.
All We Ever Do Is Say Goodbye: I love you more than songs can say, but I can't keep running after yesterday.
Another Kind of Green: And I don't need another kind of green to know I'm on the right side with you.
Belief: Belief is a beautiful armor, but makes for the heaviest sword. Like punching underwater, you never can hit who you're trying for.
Born And Raised: 'Cause one of these days I'll be born and raised and it's such a waste to grow up lonely.
Daughters: I know a girl, she puts the color inside of my world. But she's just like a maze where all of the walls all continually change. And I've done all I can to stand on her steps with my heart in my hands. Now I'm starting to see, maybe it's got nothing to do with me.
Edge of Desire: Young and full of running, tell me where is that taking me. Just a great figure eight or a tiny infinity?
A Face To Call Home: I am an architect of days that haven't happened yet, I can't believe a month is all it's been. You know my paper heart, the one I filled with pencil marks? I think I might've gone and inked you in.
Gravity: Oh gravity, stay the hell away from me. And gravity has taken better men than me... now how can that be? Just keep me where the light is.
Great Indoors: Check your pulse it's proof that you're not listening to the call your life's been issuing you-- the rhythm of a line of idle days.
Half of My Heart: Half of my heart is a shotgun wedding to a bride with a paper ring, and half of my heart is the part of a man who's never truly loved anything.
The Heart Of Life: You know it's nothing new, bad news never had good timing. Then the circle of your friends will defend the silver lining. Pain throws your heart to the ground, love turns the whole thing around. No it won't all go the way it should, but I know the heart of life is good.
I'm Gonna Find Another You: You take your sweaters, you take your time. You might have your reasons, but you will never have my rhymes. I'm gonna sing my way away from blue. I'm gonna find another you.
If I Ever Get Around To Living: You are hiding in your mind, working all the time, trying to make it better than you got it. And you've been spending all your time searching for a sign that's never gonna look the way you want it.
In Repair: Too many shadows in my room, too many hours in this midnight. Too many corners in my mind, so much to do to set my heart right.
In Your Atmosphere: I'm gonna steer clear, I'd burn up in your atmosphere. I'm gonna steer clear 'cause I'd die if I saw you, I'd die if I didn't see you there.
Love Is A Verb: Love is a verb, it ain't a thing. It's not something you hold, it's not something you scream. When you show me love, I don't need your words. Yeah love ain't a thing... love is a verb.
New Deep: Is there a God? Why is he waiting? Don't you think of it odd when he knows my address? And look at the stars. Don't they remind you of just how feeble we are? Well it used to, I guess.
No Such Thing: Well I never lived the dreams of the prom kings and the drama queens, I'd like to think the best of me is still hiding up my sleeve.
Not Myself: Suppose I said colors change for no good reason. And words will go from poetry to prose.
Queen Of California: Joni wrote “Blue” in her house by the sea, I gotta believe there’s another color waiting on me to set me free.
Shadow Days: Well it sucks to be honest and it hurts to be real. But it's nice to make some love that I can finally feel.
Slow Dancing In A Burning Room: I was the one you always dreamed of, you were the one I tried to draw. How dare you say it's nothing to me? Baby, you're the only light I ever saw.
Something's Missing: When autumn comes, it doesn't ask. It just walks in where it left you last. You never know when it starts, until there's fog inside the glass around your summer heart.
Speak For Me: Well they're celebrating broken things... I don't want a world of broken things. You can tell that something isn't right, when all your heroes are in black and white.
Split Screen Sadness: So I'll check the weather wherever you are 'cause I wanna know if you can see the stars tonight... It might be my only right.
St. Patrick's Day: No way November will see our goodbye, when it comes to December it's obvious why: no one wants to be alone at Christmas time. And come January we're frozen inside, making new resolutions a hundred times. February, won't you be my valentine? And we'll both be safe 'til St. Patrick's Day.
Stop This Train: So scared of getting older, I'm only good at being young. So I play the numbers game to find away to say that life has just begun.
Waiting On The World To Change: Now we see everything that's going wrong with the world and those who lead it, we just feel like we don't have the means to rise above and beat it. So we keep waiting, waiting on the world to change.
Walt Grace's Submarine Test, January 1967: And for once in his life it was quiet as he learned how to turn in the tide. And the sky was aflare when he came up for air in his homemade, fan blade, one-man submarine ride.
War of My Life: I've got a hammer and a heart of glass. I got to know right now which walls to smash. I got a pocket, got no pills. If fear hasn't killed me yet then nothing will.
Wheel: That's the way this wheel keeps working now. And I won't be the last... no I won't be the last... to love her.
Whiskey, Whiskey, Whiskey: Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey, water, water, water. Sleep. Dreamed somebody missed me, wake up, shake it off, and repeat...
Who Says: Who says I can’t be free from all of the things that I used to be? Rewrite my history, who says I can’t be free?
Why Georgia: Still "everything happens for a reason” is no reason not to ask myself if I'm living it right.
