what do you call two mexicans playing basketball?
juan on juan!
How do you make a hormone?
Punch her in the tit.
(Horrid, but I had to)
Via, onomatomania
I talk in circles
Dec 21
New Look at Michael Fassbender in ‘Prometheus’ — ANOMALOUS MATERIAL
RIDLEY SCOTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!
Via, oldfilmsflicker
Jan 02
Nov 30
FROM L-R:
Abbie Cornish, Kristen Stewart, Carey Mulligan, Amanda Seyfried, Rebecca Hall, Mia Wasikowska, Emma Stone, Anna Kendrick and Evan Rachel Wood
Feb 19
» emily.: i was sitting in english
wondering how you could possibly try and teach ‘identity’. like really, it’s undefinable. it is what it is, but you never really know all parts of it and i mean everyone’s is so different that the very meaning of identity is warped a thousand different ways, and you can’t really say this is what…
Someones identity lies in infinite ropes of their own imagination. It’s a fragile mixture of what people think of you, what you think of yourself, and what you think. You can never fully know what others think of you, and no two people will ever think exactly the same as you. Your own perspective of yourself is dependent on how others view you. And what you think in general tends to vary for many multiple and un-comprehensible reasons with often cannot be explained.
Therefore if how you think changes how people think of you, and what they think of you varies how you think of yourself, it means that the entire balance of ‘identity’ of which is ‘defined’ and ‘understood’ by these three factors is constantly changing, and if something is constantly changing and inconsistent and is not ever the same thing for more than one moment, then there is no identity.
If someone can truly know their identity, then I know they are liars. The best part about trying to know someone and trying to know yourself is that it is an infinite unknown, a black abyss never to be fully known, just always chased after. A puzzle that can never be solve as there is infinity pieces. It’s a surprise. You’re best bet is to stop trying to known yourself and others and just be yourself and be yourself with others; that’s as close as you can get to the truth.
Via, onomatomania
Jan 27
christ
lots of people say that hollywood builds unrealistic expectations of love, and it does. no matter what kind of film it is there’s almost always some sort of romantic relationship - how boring it would be without one - and so often there’s soulmates and “she’s the one” and all this shit. it’s made to make us unhappy, either in the present because we feel unloved or in the future when our relationships fuck up and it’s not like you planned in your head. you always think, maybe, hopefully, one day she’ll just come into your life and everything will change. even in those movies where it doesn’t end like that, where you don’t get the girl, it’s so dramatic - this one girl is the end of the world, and you waste years on her, waiting for her. we’ve created this concept of “the girl of your dreams” and in creating the idea, we’ve created the consequences. sure, if your wife leaves you, fuck yes, that’s bad. mope for months. but this girl who you never even had a relationship with, who fucking cares. not a question. “love” wouldn’t be like that, would it? all these elaborately opened jewellery boxes and roses and crying after her for weeks and weeks, that’s not love. maybe an expression of it but fuck that, it’s hollywood, everything is shiny. this love shit, it’s fucking every day. all around you. it’s the feeling you get after you tell her you fucking hate her, that sick feeling. and it’s the way you apologise to her after it, where what you’re saying is the only thing that matters in the world and maybe she won’t forgive you but it’s okay you understand if that’s the case but you really didn’t mean it. it’s how you sit awkwardly in silence until one of you comes up with something random. it’s how she comes into a room wearing something sexy and you don’t even think about fucking her. or you do. it’s when you’re angry at someone and they say something and suddenly all you can think about is if they’re okay. it’s not even cute and aww. it’s just everyday, and you need to fucking fight for it and work your ass off and shit, and the fucking benefits might not even show but it’s worth it for some fucking unknown reason. i’ve never even been “in love” but christ, if i have to constantly prove myself it’s not worth it. if i have to be exceptional, or unexceptional but somehow manage something amazing, then where’s the fun? i would be so much happier just living how you live, getting up and working and occasionally going out for drinks or something or maybe she’s on her rag and doesn’t want to.
i don’t even believe most of what i just said but i just think love isn’t all happy or all tragedy it’s just everyday. and that’s what’s good about it.
Via, onomatomania
Jan 15
im not wearing pants
(via kcellaaa)
oh i thought i was the only one.
mm im fraid not lol.
its ok easy mistake.
I never wear pants if I can help it. Even when people are over :S
Via, kcellaaa
I HAVEN’T BEEN PAID YET AND EVERYONE ELSE HAS
NOW I HAVE TO CALL HEAD OFFICE TOMORROW TO SORT OUT WHY I DON’T HAVE MY MONEY OR MY PAYSLIP AND ALL MY FELLOW FACTORIE WORKERS HAVE IT! MOTHER TRUCKER BITCHOTI QUEER
Jan 14
I get presents on Saturday. And I don’t know how many I get, but I know that this is one of them!
Jan 09
