Listen to the Weakerthans. It'll be like having your headphones plugged right into my heart. Free of the advertisement and static you hear when listening through my mouth.
The facts were these:
At this moment, Matthew was just finished syncing up a music clip to a video. Two things that Matthew thought should be together, but never were. He decided to take a break before actually adding the video clip to the sound, so he scrolled through his dashboard. Upon seeing a photo of a pigeon giving another pigeon the two-syllable “damn,” he remembered a time when he, too, was given a two-syllable “damn” by this boy passing him by in the hallway. And it was at this very same moment that the two-syllable “damn” giver’s name popped up on Matthew’s phone. A request in Cityville. Matthew could not help but get the piss-jitters at the thought of Two-Syllable-Damn’s ears ringing and knowing just the source of the ring. Unlike the sound and video clips Matthew tried putting together, Matthew and Two-Syllable-Damn were not meant to be. There was no way. There was no how.
No one get’s lynched for exfoliating is the greatest come back I’ve ever witnessed.
(via poecile-atricapilla)
Title: Hello (Lionel Richie cover)
Artist: Kristin Chenoweth
Now that Pushing Daisies is over, it’s time for an even more disappointing ending, considering there are only “13 episodes, including 9 that never aired!”
Is it just me, or is Tracy Morgan basically Martin Freeman’s black look-a-like? And it just so fits that their last names create Morgan Freeman. Yeah, I know, that doesn’t relate to anything that would ever deal with this topic, but it’s the little things.
(via plasticpiranhas)
My parents are The Big Bang Theorists. It’s officially time to move out.
