colours you know they all run down like photographs, like my photographs when we smile

Dear Paul Gross,

Please stop.

You're allowed to be pretty and smart. I'll give you that.

You're also allowed to record music that's pleasant and catchy. Got a nice tune and I can dance to it, I give it a 75.
Nice but nothing out of the ordinary.

But please don't write or (gods forbid) record any more songs that are so gorgeous and intense and breathtaking that I can feel them all the way down to the tips of my fingers.

Because it really isn't fair, all that not being able to breathe and everything.

On second thought, forget I said anything.

No, really, forget it.

Carry on.

I'll be over here in a heap on the floor next to the speaker.

Until next time, so long and thanks for all the consonants,

Me


I mean, holy shit.

Keeley and Gross - Family Matters

I blame stormymouse for this, and I mean that in the nicest way. &hearts

no man's a jester playing shakespeare 'cross your throne room floor

Paraphrased but accurate phone conversation regarding junior class play at mr_t00by's school:

mr_t00by: So you know how we're doing Macbeth this year?

primroseburrows: Yeah?

mr_t00by: So, guess who I'm playing?

primroseburrows: Um. Macbeth??

mr_t00by: Yep.

primroseburrows: *squees and gushes uncontrollably*

primroseburrows: You'll be careful, right? Don't do anything dangerous like climbing on high ladders and stuff.

mr_t00by: Okay.


When Dorks Collide. It's not a pretty picture.

I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE THIS.