January 2010
133 posts
sweetlove4planetearth:
samantha-x:
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“I am so sick and tired, of being sick and tired.”
whoaaaa
my tumblarity just got cut in half pretty much. explain anyone?
@johnnypavs
orewatowi:
johnnypavs:
orewatowi:
thanks for the follow bro, whats up
no problem dude. just watching the Knicks, eating some pizza. yourself?
doodling, eating some ginger bread cookies. what brings you to following my tumblr? (i’m curious)
well i forget exactly when i did start following you but it would probably be(from the looks of it) the prolific amount of basterds stuff you have....
@johnnypavs
orewatowi:
thanks for the follow bro, whats up
no problem dude. just watching the Knicks, eating some pizza. yourself?
“Well, I wonder which song they’re gonna play when we go. I hope it’s...”
– The Gaslight Anthem
Untitled
Just woke up for the first time today. It’s 4 p.m. I win.
I love Good Will Hunting more and more with each subsequent viewing. Matt Damon and Robin Williams are simply incredible. Such a good script and great performances and one of the most heartwarming movies I’ve ever seen. Bravo, Ben and Matt.
Good Will Hunting #3
Chuckie Sullivan: Christ, who did you call?
Will Hunting: No one. I forgot the number.
Morgan Sullivan: You fuckin' retarded? You went all the way out there in the rain and you didn't bring the number?
Will Hunting: No, it was your mother's 900 number. I just ran out of quarters.
Good Will Hunting #2
Sean Maguire: Thought about what you said to me the other day, about my painting. Stayed up half the night thinking about it. Something occurred to me... fell into a deep peaceful sleep, and haven't thought about you since. Do you know what occurred to me?
Will Hunting: No.
Sean Maguire: You're just a kid, you don't have the faintest idea what you're talkin' about.
Will Hunting: Why thank you.
Sean Maguire: It's all right. You've never been out of Boston.
Will Hunting: Nope.
Sean Maguire: So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I'll bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. If I ask you about women, you'd probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. And I'd ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, "once more unto the breach dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I'd ask you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, 'cause it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. And look at you... I don't see an intelligent, confident man... I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you're a genius Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my fucking life apart. You're an orphan right?
[Will nods]
Sean: You think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally... I don't give a shit about all that, because you know what, I can't learn anything from you, I can't read in some fuckin' book. Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't want to do that do you sport? You're terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief.
“Sean Maguire: You’re not perfect, sport, and let me save you the suspense:...”
– Good Will Hunting
Good Will Hunting
Will Hunting : What do I wanna way outta here for? I'm gonna live here the rest of my fuckin' life. We'll be neighbors, have little kids, take 'em to Little League up at Foley Field.
Chuckie Sullivan: Look, you're my best friend, so don't take this the wrong way but, in 20 years if you're still livin' here, comin' over to my house, watchin' the Patriots games, workin' construction, I'll fuckin' kill ya. That's not a threat, that's a fact, I'll fuckin' kill ya.
Will Hunting: What the fuck you talkin' about?
Chuckie Sullivan: You got somethin' none of us have...
Will Hunting: Oh, come on! What? Why is it always this? I mean, I fuckin' owe it to myself to do this or that. What if I don't want to?
Chuckie Sullivan: No. No, no no no. Fuck you, you don't owe it to yourself man, you owe it to me. Cuz tomorrow I'm gonna wake up and I'll be 50, and I'll still be doin' this shit. And that's all right. That's fine. I mean, you're sittin' on a winnin' lottery ticket. And you're too much of a pussy to cash it in, and that's bullshit. 'Cause I'd do fuckin' anything to have what you got. So would any of these fuckin' guys. It'd be an insult to us if you're still here in 20 years. Hangin' around here is a fuckin' waste of your time.
“Don’t let anyone ever make you feel like you don’t deserve what you want.”
– Heath Ledger, 10 Things I Hate About You (via protagonisms) (via chewitlikeapieceofcandy) (via sarettestahnke) (via thekristamarie) (via chaotique) (via thewickergirl) (via thewonderlandsyndrome)
Quentin Tarantino
‘Bout to go on a Tarantino-blogging rampage. Enjoy everyone!
