What she lacks in age, she makes up for in madness

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its nine in the fuckin’ morning and I’m sobbing buckets into my coffee because of this documentary 

this is what happens when i don’t have a friday show 

Sometimes he wouldn’t go away. Sometimes that shark, he looks right into you. Right into your eyes. You know the thing about a shark, he’s got lifeless eyes, black eyes, like a doll’s eyes. When he comes at you, doesn’t seem to be living. Until he bites you and those black eyes roll over white.

So I wasn’t nearly as satisfied with Joffery’s death as I thought I would be. And I don’t wish to convey that this episode didn’t deliver. It did, and it did big time. It was quality. 

When I read this chapter in the book, I did not feel any sort of empathy for Joffery. I was relieved he died, it felt like a weight was lifted. 

I think I only felt the swell of sympathy for Joffery because I now saw the scene acted out. Jack Gleeson is so talented. There was a moment during his death that I feel like Joffery truly recognized that this was the end of him. And it was gruesome. The fucked up confines of my mind never projected an image that grisly.


do you think if you set up a queue then went out and killed someone you could use tumblr as an alibi because you had posted things all through the time of the murder

Myrna Loy in The Barbarian, 1933.


this should’ve been the movie poster


this should’ve been the movie poster




1. Wear your motherfucking best clothes—it shows the actors that you think their performance is worth dressing up for.

2. Shut the fuck up—Don’t fucking open that hole on your face while the show is taking place.

3. Put your motherfucking cell phone away—that’s fucking rude and I really shouldn’t have to explain why