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The original “pillow talk”-scene had Marla saying “I want to have your abortion”. When this was objected to by Fox 2000 Pictures President of Production Laura Ziskin. David Fincher said he would change it on the proviso that the new line couldn’t be cut. Ziskin agreed and Fincher wrote the replacement line, “I haven’t been fucked like that since grade school”. When Ziskin saw the new line, she was even more outraged and asked for the original line to be put back, but, as per their deal, Fincher refused.

Random fact for the day.

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“As a teenager I was so insecure. I was the type of guy that never fitted in because he never dared to choose. I was convinced I had absolutely no talent at all. For nothing. And that thought took away all my ambition too.” —Johnny Depp (via iamthecrime)

Oct 23, 200933 notes

Dear idiots,

consstantlyyyy typiiinggg liiikeeee thiiissss

doesn’t make you cuter or more interesting. It’s actually really annoying.

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Sometimes we don't know if we're getting better or just used to the pain.

poopeetoe:

brokenmachine:

maybethisislove:(via eletheowl)

Perfect.

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Please note:

POST-PROCESSING DOESN’T MAKE YOU A GOOD PHOTOGRAPHER.

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Oct 20, 2009

Listen

Son of a Preacher Man - Dusty Springfield

I got this stuck in my head on the way home for some reason. Love.

Oct 20, 2009

You know what I hate?

How everyone just assumes they’re important, that everything’s some lame popularity contest.

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Oct 20, 2009

Its funny how the picture of a dead boy can make your heart break like it did the day he died.

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“You Don’t Have to Be Pretty. You don’t owe prettiness to anyone. Not to your boyfriend/spouse/partner, not to your co-workers, especially not to random men on the street. You don’t owe it to your mother, you don’t owe it to your children, you don’t owe it to civilization in general. Prettiness is not a rent you pay for occupying a space marked “female”.” —A Dress A Day (via bethbluestocking) (via lovemeformexox) (via isabelthespy) (via amberlrhea) (via historicupstart) (via loveyourchaos)

Oct 17, 2009433 notes

“No, I don’t think I will kiss you, although you need kissing, badly. That’s what’s wrong with you. You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.” —

Rhett Butler

(via piscesinpurple)

(via skippingbeats)

(via fuckyeahkissing)

Oct 16, 2009146 notes

“I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I cannot transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.” —Anaïs Nin (via dialogues) (via lazybones) (via longlivethequeen) (via quitecheeky)

Play

THIS IS ABSOLUTE CRAP. Like I told Barbie, first it corrupts an entire generation into thinking that its actual literature or good entertainment (believe me, I know, I tried watching the movie) and now it taints some of my favorite bands by affiliation?

Death Cab, how could you? Muse… I don’t even know what to say.

I am so disappointed. :[

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“I always feel as if I’m struggling to become someone else. As if I’m trying to find a new place, grab hold of a new life, a new personality. I suppose it’s part of growing up, yet it’s also an attempt to re-invent myself. By becoming a different me, I could free myself from everything. I seriously believed I could escape myself – as long as I made the effort. But I always hit a dead end. No matter where I go I still end up me. What’s missing never changes. The scenery may change but I’m still the same old incomplete person. The same missing elements torture me with a hunger I can never satisfy. I think that lack itself is as close as I’ll ever come to defining myself.” — Murakami

Oct 11, 2009

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Oct 11, 2009

“Warning: If you are reading this then this warning is for you. Every word you read of this useless fine print is another second off your life. Don’t you have other things to do? Is your life so empty that you honestly can’t think of a better way to spend these moments? Or are you so impressed with authority that you give respect and credence to all that claim it? Do you read everything you’re supposed to read? Do you think every thing you’re supposed to think? Buy what you’re told to want? Get out of your apartment. Meet a member of the opposite sex. Stop the excessive shopping and masturbation. Quit your job. Start a fight. Prove you’re alive. If you don’t claim your humanity you will become a statistic. You have been warned.” — Tyler Durden

Oct 11, 2009

“It is a truth universally acknowledged that a zombie in possession of brains must be in want of more brains.” — Pride and Prejudice and Zombies by Jane Austen & Seth Grahame-Smith

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Play

Oct 4, 2009

Listen

loveyourchaos:

Blue Light // Bloc Party

You are the bluest light

Oct 4, 200943 notes

Listen

I have built a treehouse
I have built a treehouse
Nobody can see us
It’s a you and me house

I’ve been climbing rocks and stones
been collecting broken bones
I’ve been swimming across the lakes
just to find this perfect place
I got lost into the woods
I’ve been covered up in mud
I’ve been going through a lot
Just to find this perfect spot

Treehouse by I’m From Barcelona

Oct 3, 2009

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“Here, I’m supposed to tell her the truth. I admire addicts. In a world where everybody is waiting for some blind, random disaster or some sudden disease, the addict has the comfort of knowing what will most likely wait for him down the road. He’s taken some control over his ultimate fate, and his addiction keeps the cause of his death from being a total surprise.

In a way, being an addict is very proactive.

A good addiction takes the guesswork out of death. There is such a thing as planning your getaway.”

” — Choke by Chuck Palahniuk

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Carcas
by Jeffrey McDaniel

I wish slitting the wrist of the clock
would let this moment last forever —

your tongue is so deep in my ear
it feels like a paintbrush, coating

the dark, peeling walls inside my head
with a carmine veneer. I was expecting

you to run, when you saw the cartilage
in the closet. I was prepared to chase

after and whisper you have beautiful
footsteps, when the truth is you make

my toes tingle like the capital of Venezuela.
I know loving me isn’t easy — the all-night

helicopter parties, the glow-in-the-dark
haircuts, but when I look at you

it’s like praying with my eyes. I know
it’s stupid to not own a gun and yet have

so many triggers, but in some other world
gigantic seashells hold humans

to their ears and listen to the echo
of machines. I apologize for the fossils

growing on the dishes, how the rug is covered
with cocktail umbrellas when you wake up,

it was raining margaritas, and the stars
came on backwards that night.

Oct 3, 2009

“I don’t understand why I’m not dead. When your heart breaks, you should die. But there’s still the rest of you. There’s your breasts, and your genitals, and they’re amazingly stupid, like babies or faithful dogs, they don’t get it, they just want him. Want him.” — Kushner

Oct 3, 2009

Hearts will never be practical until they are made unbreakable.

Oct 3, 2009

“On the cover that leaned against the dirty couch, John and Yoko pressed together for a kiss they would never finish. People were always trashing Yoko Ono, blaming her for breaking up the Beatles, but Josie knew they were just jealous that John preferred Yoko to some bloated megaband. Nobody ever really loved a lover. Because love was a private party, and nobody got on the guest list. She liked the pictures of Yoko and John in their white bed, their frizzy hippie hair. They’d retreated to the country with two passports only. From the outside it looked like death. People could pound the walls all they wanted, but they’d never find the door. Nobody could guess at the gardens inside.” — Paint It Black by Janet Fitch

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