And did that rug really tie the room together?
Cashing in on nostalgia only works if actual nostalgia is invoked.
Actually, I can only really name two of the guys in that picture.
Yay, Talky Tina reference! I’m always on the side of the evil talking doll. ♡
Maybe this is why he’s proud to not use a teleprompter! Aaaahh, Trump can’t read! Life makes sense again.
I know, right? It was one of those perfect moments where everything suddenly makes sense.
When I was about ten, my friend’s Catholic parents took us to see Jesus Christ Superstar at a dinner theater. After the show was over, we all walked out and saw Jesus and Judas, still mostly in costume, making out on the wraparound deck of the place while smoking a joint.
I bet this dude thinks he’s soooo clever.
Via my Australian friend:
Sansa’s maiden’s cloak for her most recent wedding was totally Lady’s pelt, right? (Or at least meant to resemble/symbolize it?) I have been obsessing over this detail.
Fan Bingbing is my goddess.
Does he want to be Jon Snow, or does Jon Snow want to be him?
From her remarks, I imagined Blake dropping by Spangler food court, taking pictures of her salad... walking around campus randomly, greeting people. Just casually “going there one of these days”.
I wore heels, gorgeously blended makeup, short skirts, Spanx, and tights every single day of my life and had perfect posture for a few years. I can’t even remember how to correctly walk in heels now. :/ There is too much going on with my life for me to be able to remember, daily, how the hell to do this crap *and*…
Yes. Yes, this is exactly it. This is what happened in acoustically sound yet tiny rooms stacked on top of each other. I remember one night when I actually sang his damn recorder line back to him in tune at five am. Note perfect.
Mark, your comment about the neighbor kid practicing his trumpet reminds me of a very special upstairs neighbor I once had. This kid was born to shred the recorder. He sucked really bad at first— hours of painful off-key tootling every day for months. Then one day, just a few weeks before we moved out of that…
NETFLIX! ♡♡♡
Or be a boy in a lazy Mormon household.
I miss Fred Rogers.