Oh, Frederik, What a Day it's Been! |
Sheila Franklin and I believe in the same thing. |
Are those even words? How does my sister know somebody named Sparkle?
Who knew Derek Shepherd was related to Cruella de Vil?
My family was gone today at some basketball tournament. I didn’t tell anyone, because I wanted the day to myself, to be alone for the whole day for the first time in a while, and to just enjoy having no responsibilities and nothing I “should be doing.” I spent the day watching instant Netflix and napping with my dogs. I didn’t leave the house, I didn’t spend any money, and I didn’t really have a conversation with anyone. Being in solitary confinement on a day when everyone else was gathered together with tens of people eating outrageous amounts of food, watching football and parades, and telling each other what they’re thankful for was pretty lovely. Growing up, I hated holidays, because when you come from divorced parents and grandparents, each one is multiplied by at least three, and I never had it in me to pretend to be enthusiastic for that much time. After we moved to California, holidays became more about my immediate family (mom, stepdad, sister, and me) spending time together, as opposed to the hoards of relatives I was used to when I was younger. Today was like the opposite of all those years I disliked so much. Cabaret and I just laid here on the couch, only answered a few texts, no phone calls, and let the hours tick away. It was nice — I really cleared my head, which was something I drastically needed, and I’m ready for my parents and sister to come home tomorrow. It was a good day, not a bit lonely, and I don’t regret it at all.
Say what?
This is an historic day, folks. My Tumblarity usually hovers around 120. I’ve never cracked 300 before. I need to celebrate.
cat stevens - here comes my baby
You Don’t Know Me
by Ben Folds (feat. Regina Spektor)
Completely outside the day’s themes, but it’s been in my head, and it’s downright fantastic.
(via fuckyeahsondheim)
Look, we all know that he had a huge crush on that dude in his band and was like, “This is my chance,” so he grabbed his hair and kissed him on national TV. That shit wasn’t planned, he was just being a gay in the heat of the moment.
DanRad, stop showering and come back to bed.
| Emily: | Was Richard Dawson the one who shot himself on set? |
| Me: | No. It was Ray Combs and it wasn't on set and he didn't shoot himself. |
You must see this film.
“The Miller’s Son” from A Little Night Music
Performed by D’Jamin Bartlett
All good singing actresses I know should get on this STAT.
(via crashrush)
omg! beyond hot!
Cologne || Ben Folds
ZE FUHRER OF AMERICA
IT DEFINITELY IS NOW.
IT’S LIKE SO SUPER OFFICIAL NOW THAT I’M GOING TO EAT NOTHING BUT CANDY...
Edith Beale at the Reno Sweeney
Just trying to make my (and your) dashboard more exciting!
johnlavalley:stfupinup:morenasmalls:(via turnthatfrownupsidedown)
Jesus, Mary and Joseph. I am so thankful.
No more pie.
It is a sad, sad thing.
As much as I made it seem like I dislike these people, they are actually really interesting and I really do love them.
My Mom: She is my...