A Long-Expected Party






Holy shit

I just jizzed.. A lil bit

(Source: thatmovieguydoe)



The movies that made me want to be a film major:

The Darjeeling Limited
The Brothers Bloom
In Bruges
There Will Be Blood
The Big Lebowski
Raging Bull
One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest

The movies that made me hate being a film major:

La Strada


You guys. Let this sink in. 



I’m not even in this fandom, but hearing this made me feel so much better about life

I needed this today.

(Source: fandoms-are-my-one-true-love)

  • things I should be doing: reading
  • things I want to do: read
  • thing that I am putting off for no conceivable reason: reading


Inspirational pokemon photos.



2 collections and 10 haute couture designers: zuhair murad (1)


this is the exact collection I was talking about for my wedding dress. I’m stuck between choosing numbers 1, 2, and 9.

Why not all three?

You know, I’ve been thinking about how much my medication has helped me in managing my depression, and I realized I don’t have to leave class/work/events to cry in the bathroom anymore, so that’s nice. 

This is a pointless post.

Tomorrow I’m taking an hour and a half long bus ride for a fifteen minute audition for some video production about helping parents talk to their kids about drugs, alcohol and sex, which I might get $240 for. I e-mailed the project coordinator when I found their add on Craigslist the day I was flying back from London and I felt totally pumped about doing whatever I could to get experience in the industry. But now I’m sick and I’m sad, and I feel like all that insight I felt I had in London and coming back from London just faded away and I miss it there. It’s only been like, five days and I already feel like I’ve lost all momentum. There’s these weird bumps on the back of my throat, and my doctor just gave me numbing stuff and cough syrup ‘cause it’s a virus and there’s really nothing else they can do about it, and I hate that. I hate that I can’t just go and get something to make this stop. I don’t even know what it is. I had all these plans that involved me being super industrious and productive when I got back, and I can’t be. For once in my life, I’m spending a day actually resting. Like, not going outside and not doing a bunch of errands resting. I hate it and I feel useless, but I know there’s nothing else I can do. My therapist would tell me that I’m not doing nothing. I’m taking time to heal. I just gotta learn to slow down and not let it throw the rest of my life off balance. Also I’m scared that I’m sick with something that will never go away. What if I don’t get better? It’s been over a week. What if it’s something awful? I’m sick and scared and sad. But it’s gotta be temporary right? This is all temporary, and I’m going to keep telling myself that until it makes me feel better. 

She said, ‘I’m so afraid.’ And I said, ‘why?,’ and she said, ‘Because I’m so profoundly happy. Happiness like this is frightening.’ I asked her why and she said, ‘They only let you be this happy if they’re preparing to take something from you.

- Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner (via psych-facts)