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Gwen Stefani in 2005 is what every chick on the internet thinks she is in 2012.
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Source: bitemypinksteez
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Source: annfriedman.com
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anthrodynia
n. a state of exhaustion with how shitty people can be to each other, typically causing a countervailing sense of affection for things that are sincere but not judgmental, are unabashedly joyful, or just are.
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Johnny Suede, 1991 (dir. Tom DiCillo)
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UNRELATED
1. I have this theory that rich people don’t use the internet.
2. I have this theory that all emotions — if extreme enough — feel basically the same.
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Ali Larter vs. Catherine McNeil
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nedhepburn
This is art.
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“The simplest and most radical thing that Ridley Scott did with Blade Runner was to put urban archeology in the frame. I hadn’t been obvious to mainstream American science fiction that cities are like compost heaps — just layers and layers of stuff. In cities, the past and the present and the future can all be totally adjacent. In Europe, that’s just life — it’s not science fiction, it’s not fantasy. But in American science fiction, the city in the future was always brand-new, every square inch of it.”
— William Gibson, on Blade Runner
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Do you ever wish you woke up in the hospital? All your loved ones would be there, and a doctor would look down at you with a serious expression and say, “You were in a terrible accident, and unfortunately we had to make several major amputations. We removed both your arms and your legs, and we also removed your complete torso and upper body.” You’d absorb his words for a couple moments, silently, and then you’d ask them to bring a mirror and hold it up for you. You’d look into the mirror and see yourself, just a head lying on a pillow with hair spread out around you and a bandage at the bottom of your neck. Everyone would be looking at you, expecting you to freak out, but instead of freaking out, you’d smile and say something like, “Well, looks like I’m ahead of the game,” and everyone would feel instantly overcome by your unbelievable, almost inhuman, sense of humor. Soon word would spread all over the hospital about the incredible girl on the fourth floor who got her entire body removed except for her head but was still cracking jokes and living gracefully, and everyone would just marvel at the beauty of the human spirit.
Hospital by Edith Zimmerman (via innernet)
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Dead Scorpion
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