"Our Lives have remained static- even after we've lost everything in the world- shit, the world itself. Isn't that sick? All that we've seen and been through and we watch videos, eat junk food, pop pills, and blow things up."
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“If the world ended tomorrow, if the human race ended tomorrow, I wouldn’t have any regrets about it whatsoever, because I don’t think we’ve contributed anything whatsoever, in the entire history of this planet, that’s worthwhile. At the end of the day, everything’s dusk, and that is it.”
— Sean Moore (SUCH A CHEERFUL LAD)
Wow…Sean is surprisingly dark.
Sean ate Richey. And sometimes, you can still hear him echoing from inside Sean. Yet, in the meantime, Sean has also eaten some fairly decent books, and Richey is now actually not an idiot.
That was actually quite funny…COULD GLEE BE SOMETHING THAT ISN’T AS AWFUL AS IT LOOKS?! *has breathing fit*
No. It really Isn’t. I watched a bit a few weeks or so ago, as it had Lea Michelle in and I am a Les Miserables Geek, and my god, I was nearly crying. and not with laughter. And the autotune is so bad you can hear the buzz. and they managed to make HER voice sound bad.
“I feel like I’m stepping on bodies, like Pete’s been stepping on me last night..WE’VE GOT BLOOD ON US!”
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Me. My friends Sam/Liz told me a few weeks back after 40 minutes sleep (had abou a 40 hour day) I woke up early as planned but wasn’t really conscious. Entertained them with my monologues and frightening absurdity though. PS - I don’t drink and I don’t drugs anymore (*PRIDE*), imagine what I’d be like WITH those. (via animalbiterate)
I still love the phonecall I got. ” I GOT THE TWENTYTHREE AND THE QUESTIONS” “are you okay?” “IM FINE *maniacal laughter*”
So last night I watched the Roman Polanski film Rosemary’s Baby, it left me somewhat disturbed. Such a creepy thought.
Excellent film. I didn’t find the film as a whole disturbing, but the lack of control or ability to escape… made me want to help her fight her way out.
So, Currently about three quarters of the way through reading this, and it’s sickeningly disappointing. compared to the genius shown in Hannibal Rising, this just reads like a book you pick up at the airport to read when you’re drunk on the plane. I know H.R. was written a long while after this, and style of his writing may have changed… but this much? Especially considering how little its supposed to matter about reading Lecter stories out of sequence anyway. Maybe its just because I’m ill and therefore grumpy, but BOO, HARRIS, BOO.