Tumblr is my transistor, It amplifies my creativity to an unfathomable level..O..MY..God..WHATHEEFUCK 7 times radar action :D if i could quantify my emotion atm it would be sitting on cloud 9 with the biggest joint ever filled with euphoria and the most gracious pleasant vibes, I truly have a friend when it comes to Tumblr and you COULD TOOOOOO!!! for only 9.95!!! You Heard me Folks ONLY Fucking NINE Ninety Fi…jk ;) you ever been to a place and it sucked complete ass, and all you could think about was when can I leave…I really wanna go home :/ and when you get home, your like at last im where I wanna be, you start doing shit you haven’t did in two years because your so happy to be comfortable again and super glad to be home. That’s how I feel here :> I love you guys ( no gender bs).
( A mixture of book & movie quotes !! The book sequels to come soon ! )
I’m not a celebrity. I am not the child of a celebrity. I have never been abused by, married to, or provided a kidney to a celebrity.
I do lead an unusual life.
Hey! No touchy-feely!
It’s too bad a car can’t love you back.
We are not strangers to ourselves, we only try to be.
What’s wrong? Is there anything I can do?
No. It’s something you’ve alredy done.
Her blood is in your pocket.
Most people would think that’s a weird thing to say, but you don’t think it’s very weird, do you?
Since I like my face the way it is, I learned how to handle myself.
The most identifying trait of humanity is our ability to be inhumane to one another.
Nothing is worse than being alone on the evening of the day when one’s cow had exploded.
Alliteration seems to offend people.
I may see dead people, but then, by God, I do something about it!
I’m sorry, but I do not have a “go easy” button!
Call me strange. Others do.
Perserverance is impossible if we don’t permit ourselves to hope.
Too much mystery is merely an annoyance. Too much adventure is exhausting. And a little terror goes a long way.
Being thing that can happen to a man/woman/person is a good man/woman/person.
Here in the summer desert, winter found my blood.
The dead don’t talk. I don’t know why.
Here we go again; busted furniture and shattered glass everywhere.
You so complicate my life.
He ran, and naturally, I gave chase.
Evil is coming.
Good morning, Elvis.
Some lives, conducted with grace, are beautiful arcs bridging this world to eternity.
You (We) are destined to be together forever.
I am not afraid of death. Of course, I’m not ready to go on a date with him either.
Would you throw yourself off of a cliff for me?
You reek of intelligence and integrity.
What’s with the cat ate the canary smile?
Tonight is date night.
We’re weird and screwed up, but we’re okay.
So, you deny me my weirdness but agree that I’m screwed up?
You won’t find the truth of life in morbidity, only in hope.
We may lack riches, but the greatest fortune is what lies in our hearts.
This town’s in serious trouble.
Do you see death in me?
There’s something about a dead guy trying to get a laugh that just bugs me.
Even in death, we still have the pathetic need to be liked.
I think you are adorable.
Adorable? Really? Puppies are adorable.
You are better than a bloodhound.
Sometimes complex and difficult moral choices are decided less by reason and by right than by sentiment.
This is bad for business.
Now would be a good time to run.
I found a gateway to Hell.
This place looks like a shrine—-a shrine to guys who like to make belts out of women’s nipples.
Did you check the refridgerator for severed heads?
Where else would you expect to find severed heads?
That sound periously close to bullshit.
You better not be hauling any dead guys on my scooter.
You’re not like most people.
We have a problem.
Does that mean get on with it, or up your’s?
My blood has cholesteral molecules the size of marshmallows in it, if it wasn’t for a little righteous outrage now and again, my arteries would completely collapse!
Time feels like a terrible black wave that wishes to crash down and engulf us.
Death is frequently the reward for the reckless and the timid alike.
We are not, however, a species that can choose the baggage with which it must travel. In spite of our best intentions, we always find that we have brought along a suitcase or two of darkness, and misery.
People scare me more than anything, for I know too well the savagery of which humankind is capable
If you see him reach into his pocket, he’s probably not going for a breath mint.
Fate is not a straight raod, there are many forks in it.
I promise you, on the other side of tomorrow, I will have all of my stuffing in tact.
If I get caught, I’ll either be arrested for murder, or for rolling what looks like the biggest joint ever.
I’m scared and I"m supposed to be fearless.
Shot dead? Really? Who does need it?
Do you love me?
I love you more than life itself.
I wish I’d listened to you.
This is our realm. You can’t physically him a living person.
One more and they could buy group health insurance, or form a rock band.
The joys of life can be found anywhere. Far places only offer exotic ways to suffer.
In the belly of Leviathan, one can either despair and perish, or be cheerful and persevere