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the ny movies spam
hi, so i listed some stuff i plan on doing whilst enjoying my time here in unfriendly ny, ny. one of which is that movie tour bus thing where they take you to all the famous sites where movies shot in ny happened. and so i have decided that before i undergo that pivotal experience, i must educate mahself. hence, aside from my wild battle with a thing called jet lag, i have been spending my sweet sweet time stuffing my brein with movies in ny i love, movies in ny i have seen but dont mind watching again, movies in ny i have not seen but should, movies in ny i have not seen and care not for but what the heck, and etc etc. SO just a little spam @ 430 in the morning.
ps my layout is not very supportive of my big pictures but bleh idc. I LOVE DW :D
OK, you can wipe the doe-eyed-Bambi-watching-her-mother-get-shot-and-strapped-to-the-back-of-a-van look from your face.
(i'm sorry. but this movie is really annoying. :| i wanted my 103 minutes back. meh)
If you wanted to seduce me you could have just asked.
Did I tell you how divinely and utterly happy I am? ♥
(omg i forgot how hot this movie was. and wth, babyreeeese)
"I love you"? My God. You are completely pussy-whipped.
Let me give you a little inside information about God. God likes to watch. He's a prankster. Think about it. He gives man instincts. He gives you this extraordinary gift, and then what does He do, I swear for His own amusement, his own private, cosmic gag reel, He sets the rules in opposition. It's the goof of all time. Look but don't touch. Touch, but don't taste. Taste, don't swallow. Ahaha. And while you're jumpin' from one foot to the next, what is he doing? He's laughin' His sick, fuckin' ass off! He's a tight-ass! He's a SADIST! He's an absentee landlord! Worship that? NEVER!
You don't deserve them, I mean you eat carbs, for Chrissake!
(cos the movie has so many quotable quotes xD) You are in desperate need of Chanel.
:|
You know the Greeks didn't write obituaries. They only asked one question after a man died: "Did he have passion?".
(and um lol@mention of cassiopeia)
Well, I'm gonna get out of bed every morning... breath in and out all day long. Then, after a while I won't have to remind myself to get out of bed every morning and breath in and out... and, then after a while, I won't have to think about how I had it great and perfect for a while.
She was laughing at me because her "au pair" said that my new nanny was a slutbag whore.
and Why are you buttering my plastic scone?
(omg srsly. Dakota Fanning is my new bff after this movie.)
Don't you love New York in the fall? It makes me wanna buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address. On the other hand, this not knowing has its charms.
(i love this movie so much.)
When you read a book as a child, it becomes a part of your identity in a way that no other reading in your whole life does.
What is that supposed to mean? I am so sick of that. All that means is that it wasn't personal to you. But it was personal to me. It's *personal* to a lot of people. And what's so wrong with being personal, anyway? / Uh, nothing. / Whatever else anything is, it ought to begin by being personal.
(roflomglololol)
Have you ever wondered if there was more to life, other than being really, really, ridiculously good looking?
BONUS: I was going to do a NY mix tape but instead. HELLO, THE ULTIMATE SWINE FLU MIX TAPE ROFL :'D
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