August 2011
96 posts
“Marcus: I think I’d like Ellie to be my girlfriend. But I’ve been meaning to ask you, what’s the difference between a girl who’s your friend and a girlfriend?”
Will: Well, I don’t know. Do you want to touch her?
Marcus: Is that so important? … I mean, like, I want to be with her more. I want to be with her all the time. And I want to tell her things I don’t even tell you or Mum. And I don’t want her to have another boyfriend. If I could have all those things, I wouldn’t really mind if I touched her or not.” —About a Boy
Will: Well, I don’t know. Do you want to touch her?
Marcus: Is that so important? … I mean, like, I want to be with her more. I want to be with her all the time. And I want to tell her things I don’t even tell you or Mum. And I don’t want her to have another boyfriend. If I could have all those things, I wouldn’t really mind if I touched her or not.” —About a Boy
"I don't care what people say,
the rush is worth the price I pay.”
“If a man is pictured chopping off a woman’s breast, it only gets an “R” rating but if, God forbid, a man is pictured kissing a woman’s breast, it gets an “X” rating. Why is violence more acceptable than tenderness?”
—Sally Struthers
"When you breathe, you inspire. When you do not breathe, you expire."
When boys and girls are best friends.
What people think happens:
What really happens:
The Harry Potter Fandom Can Do Anything. →
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We can make a puppet show.
We can make a musical.
We can make a second musical.
We can cross two Harry Potter related things and make it hysterical.
We can take a famous line from the movie and change it.
We can take pictures from the movie and make it look like a picture from another movie.
We can take things way too literally.
We can take quote from a movie and prove it wrong.
We can take a whole movie quote and make it about Harry Potter.
We can take a commercial and make it about Harry Potter.
We can take a TV show and make it about Harry Potter.
We can take Disney and make it about Harry Potter.
We will forever take anything else that the actors are in and turn it into something Harry Potter.
We can make fun of something til there’s no tomorrow and still love everything about it.
We can turn Harry Potter into a religion.
We can turn mock the Dark Lord by making him sing pop songs.
Harry Potter will live on forever. The fandom will live on forever. Potterheads for life.
“The night before I lost everything was like any other night.
Anna and I kept each other awake very late. We laughed. Young sisters in a bed under the roof of their childhood home. Wind on the window. How could anything less deserve to be destroyed?
I thought we would be awake all night. Awake for the rest of our lives. The spaces between our words grew. It became difficult to tell when we were talking and when we were silent. The hairs of our arms touched. It was late, and we were tired. We assumed there would be other nights. Anna’s breathing started to slow, but I still wanted to talk. She rolled onto her side. I said, I want to tell you something. She said, You can tell me tomorrow. I had never told her how much I loved her. She was my sister. We slept in the same bed. There was never a right time to say it. It was always unnecessary. The sheets were rising and falling around me with Anna’s breathing. I thought about waking her. But it was unnecessary. There would be other nights. And how can you say I love you to someone you love? I rolled onto my side and fell asleep next to her. Here is the point of everything I have been trying to tell you, It’s always necessary.” —Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
Anna and I kept each other awake very late. We laughed. Young sisters in a bed under the roof of their childhood home. Wind on the window. How could anything less deserve to be destroyed?
I thought we would be awake all night. Awake for the rest of our lives. The spaces between our words grew. It became difficult to tell when we were talking and when we were silent. The hairs of our arms touched. It was late, and we were tired. We assumed there would be other nights. Anna’s breathing started to slow, but I still wanted to talk. She rolled onto her side. I said, I want to tell you something. She said, You can tell me tomorrow. I had never told her how much I loved her. She was my sister. We slept in the same bed. There was never a right time to say it. It was always unnecessary. The sheets were rising and falling around me with Anna’s breathing. I thought about waking her. But it was unnecessary. There would be other nights. And how can you say I love you to someone you love? I rolled onto my side and fell asleep next to her. Here is the point of everything I have been trying to tell you, It’s always necessary.” —Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
