warningdontreadthis:notthatkindagay:Kevin Smith has a point.
Jack: With insomnia, nothing’s real. Everything’s far away. Everything’s a copy of a copy of a copy.
"30 Rock"
JACK: How is the search for the new cast member going?
LIZ: Okay. I saw a few good alternative comics in San Francisco, and -
JACK: San Francisco? I asked you to find an actor from Middle America - a real person. You're not going to find him in the People's Gaypublic of Drugafornia.
LIZ: Jeez, Relax. I'm also setting up auditions in Toronto -
JACK: CANADA? Why not just go to Iraq? The television audience doesn't want your elitist, East Coast, alternative, intellectual, left-wing -
LIZ: Jack, just say Jewish. This is taking forever.
hospitalbed:ericajune:emily6108:ashleeyyyyy:(via stabmyback)
What you want Natalie?
to drink and fight!
what you need Natalie?
to fuck all night!when i was at harvard
i smoked weed everyday
i cheated every test
i snorted all the yay
i got a def posse
you got a bunch of DUDES
and i sit on your face
AND TAKE A SHIT
longlivethequeen:lonelytourist:pibbplusredvines:
Rose: Since 1963?
Joe: Yeah, it gives us a sense of stability. People like that.
Rose: But it’s a lie.
Joe: It’s a business lie. It’s different from a life lie.
Rose: Okay, I can live with that.- Sunshine Cleaning
♥
haleyworldeater:whimsywonder:rememberforever:
‘Hang on a moment!’ said Ron sharply. ‘We’ve forgotten someone!’
‘Who?’ asked Hermione.
‘The house-elves, they’ll all be down in the kitchen, won’t they?’
‘You mean we ought to get them fighting?’ asked Harry.
‘No,’ said Ron seriously, ‘I mean we should tell them to get out. We don’t want any more Dobbys, do we? We can’t order them to die for us -‘
There was a clatter as the Basilisk fangs cascaded out of Hermione’s arms. Running at Ron, she flung them around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth. Ron threw away the fangs and broomstick he was holding and responded with such enthusiasm that he lifted Hermione off her feet.
‘Is this moment?’ Harry asked weakly, and when nothing happened except that Ron and Hermione gripped each other still more firmly and swayed on the spot, he raised his voice. ‘OI! There’s a war going on here!’
Ron and Hermione broke apart, their arms still wrapped around each other.
‘I know, mate,’ said Ron, who looked as though he had recently been hit on the back of the head with a Bludger, ‘so it’s now or never, isn’t it?’
- Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, 502-503
