The Fourth Kind
I am most terrified of the movie The Fourth Kind because when I sit alone at night, trying to fall asleep, I realize that if aliens were to come in and abduct me and hurt me, I would know it was happening. It would only be after I wake up in the morning that I wouldn’t remember. But IN THE MOMENT, I would remember it all. That terrifies me. It keeps me awake all night. GAH.
EVERY SINGLE TIME.
overtheunderpass: Whenever I have to write the word “bananas”, in my head and often aloud I sing, “This sh*t is bananas. B-A-N-A-N-A-S” Gwen Stefani - Teaching me how to spell sh*t since 2005.
Me: Dad what are you making?
Me: WHAT ARE YOU MAKING FOR DINNER???!!!
Me: Fine, GOD, you don't have to yell.
I actually DON’T like the Cheeto dust on my fingers after eating them. I don’t lick it off…I wash my hands.
Skype Chats with GroovyBandGeek
Me: Witch's Brew.
Me: Witch's Stew
Me: Potato Stew
Me: Kristen Stewart
Me: Robert Pattinson.
Me: It always comes back to Rob.
GroovyBandGeek: I like that one.
GroovyBandGeek: IT ALL CONNECTS
Me: Let's play the Rob Pattinson game again.
GroovyBandGeek: Cedric Diggory
Me: Robert Pattinson
Me: EVERY TIME
Me: ONE more time.
Me: Poster Board
GroovyBandGeek: Robert Pattinson
Me: OH. MY. GOD.
GroovyBandGeek: We are the funniest people ever.
Me: Just a little.
GroovyBandGeek: I'm dying right now.
Attempting to script a video…I really like the format of it. Let’s see if comedy is my thing… So far, I wrote down “Dave the Demon hisses at Jesus after a stare-down. Me crying at gif on Tumblr.” Basically, this video will be hilarious or a HUGE failure.
Some people get the wrong idea, you know. If you’re quiet and you’re just not...– Kristen Stewart (via sordinos)
kayleyhyde: 10 Years Ago: ...
kayleyhyde: I fucking love Oscar roundtables because they just pan out & BAM HEY TILDA SWINTON SITTING NEXT TO GEORGE CLOONEY NEXT TO VIOLA DAVIS. Just so many beautiful talented people in one room. Also, they are all brilliant & watch this now.
I Don't Understand
I want to know what I did. You talk about me openly, tear me down, then expect me to just not notice? To want me to continue being your friend? I can’t do that. Then you say that “apparently friendship means nothing anymore.” Think about what you did to ME? Why would I want to be around people that talk about me OPENLY in front of my face. Yes, there’s no proof you were...
*Food hits floor*
little germs: let's get it!
king germ: no, we must wait 5 seconds!