Naomi, some-teen yrs old, not interesting at all, buy me a movie ticket and I'll love you 4ever.


So yesterday I actually did end up going to the beach with these two lovelies. Afterwards we spent three hours at Starbucks talking about our college plans, laughing at TFC especially at Piolo Pascual, looking at Trypophobia, and other things. I didn’t get home until about midnight, and unfortunately, after a tiring day I only got three hours of sleep. This morning I had to wake up at 6:30 to go cycling with my mom’s coworkers. My mom didn’t have a bike and the person she was supposed to borrow a bike from came late. Ultimately, she didn’t get to bike, and I saw her crying and her coworkers were trying to let her, but she decided to walk instead. Throughout the three hours of biking, only thoughts of my mom filled my mind. After lunch I knocked out on my bed for a good four hours, and all is well.

gud day (but the bottom photo just made me realize i need a haircut)

i was also so confused for a second b/c i was wondering why this seemingly random follower would have a picture of me and gabie lol

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I’m sorry, Dave. I’m afraid I can’t do that.

i’m trying to study for bio and all i can think about is what size i should buy my rainbow sandals in


There’s a piano in the street.

When I got that script of Memento, it was a lot bigger than most movie scripts you get and I remember sitting upstairs in the bedroom. I started reading it and reading it and about halfway through it I was going “This is one of the most remarkable things I’ve ever read in my life. It better have a good ending or I’m gonna be REALLY pissed.” And I kept reading it and I got to the end and I remember throwing that script across the room and I remember yelling to my wife downstairs “I think I just read the best screenplay I’ve read in my life.”

— Stephen Tobolowsky, on reading the screenplay of Memento for the first time (x)

David Fincher Filmography

It’s like I’m reading a book… and it’s a book I deeply love. But I’m reading it slowly now. So the words are really far apart and the spaces between the words are almost infinite. I can still feel you… and the words of our story… but it’s in this endless space between the words that I’m finding myself now. It’s a place that’s not of the physical world. It’s where everything else is that I didn’t even know existed. I love you so much. But this is where I am now. And this who I am now. And I need you to let me go. As much as I want to, I can’t live your book any more.

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Rose Byrne, photographed by Giampaolo Sgura for Max Mara, A/W 2014.