April 2011
Do you think that your 16 year old daughter hasn’t masturbated already? Like, do...
– Kevin Smith (director) on the ridiculousness of movies about sex receiving NC-17 ratings while extremely violent movies get by with R ratings (via phillip-gallagher)
NYT Review of "Game of Thrones" on HBO →
erin-tc:
The true perversion, though, is the sense you get that all of this illicitness has been tossed in as a little something for the ladies, out of a justifiable fear, perhaps, that no woman alive would watch otherwise. While I do not doubt that there are women in the world who read books like Mr. Martin’s, I can honestly say that I have never met a single woman who has stood up in...
reblog if your icon is actually you
I'm hungry and I want cereal but the cereal is all...
help me
18 tags
Sucker Punch
There’s only one conclusion here; if you didn’t like this movie you don’t like fun. You probably hate rainbows, and puppies, and breasts, and robots, and bunnies, and mental patients in slutty schoolgirl costumes. You’ve probably never listened to cheesy 80’s music in an ironic way, and you’d probably complain that this movie didn’t have a...
not that anyone should know or care
but i have a blister/gaping wound on my heel that i’m pretty sure is a gateway to hell
Scarecrow gifs
fuckyeahscarecrow:
wouldyouliketoseemymask:
amazzyblaze:
enjoy/borrow please
Do you hear that? It’s the sound of thousands of panties exploding worldwide.
I should probably reblog these.
what a cute little dweeb
1 tag
shaun ross & rick genest
whenever you want a threesome just call me up, i’m down
9 tags
Insidious
Insidious is a thing with things in it. That’s mostly what I remember.
It was fun and kind of a thing, but it didn’t know if it was scary or cheesy. It started off with all these terrible effects and a very bright red title card with screamingly mad violins, so I was all excited for bad, old-fashioned fun. Then it proceeded to take itself really fucking seriously for two hours...
6 tags
Lunar Park
If you didn’t know, Lunar Park is the fabulously self-centered book by the fabulously self-centered Bret Easton Ellis in which he doesn’t get laid and is startled by a Furby. Both of these are new themes in his writing, and although he does make out with some hot pair of underage tittays in his wife’s bathroom and spends several parts of the book not being startled by the Furby, these are big...