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He watched his wife cross the street, in the red trench coat she always swore she’d throw out, but always retrieved from her closet, year after year. She was like that about everything. It was the trait that attracted him when they first met. The clothes she wore again and again, the stacks of untouched lipsticks, the song that she sang while cooking dumplings, belonged to a life that felt alien now, a life he was planning to quit between the entree and the dessert. It struck him how oddly logical to choose this place to leave her. This very place, where he first realized that he no longer loved her. When she smiled, he nearly shouted, “I’m leaving you so don’t smile!” But he merely gave her a sip of his kir. Another thing that irked him was that she never ordered an appetizer or dessert but always ate most of his. Worse still, he always ordered foods she liked. “Do I even like profiteroles?” he pondered. When she started weeping like he’d never seen before, at first he thought she knew he was leaving her for Marie-Christine, the hot-blooded air hostess he’d loved for the past 18 months. “This is it,” he thought. “She knows.” “She’s known for ages. I should have guessed.” Still weeping, she brought out some papers and gave them to him. In coldly clinical terms, they said she had terminal leukemia. In a flash, his first purpose flew from his mind, and a strange, metallic voice began telling him, “You have to rise to this occasion!” And he did.
He ordered three servings of profiteroles to go, and text-messaged his mistress (“Forget me.”) He tended to his wife in every way she’d ever wanted, hanging pictures around the house, taking her to see her favorite movies in the daytime, bargain-hunting with her although he hated shopping, reading Sputnik Sweetheart out loud to her. Every little thing had a different flavor, knowing he’d never be able to do it for her again. By acting like a man in love, he became a man in love again. When she died in his arms, he fell into an emotional coma and never recovered. Even now, many years later, his heart always lurches at the sight of a woman in a red trench coat.Paris, Je T’aime
(via shawna-lately)
Jon: We met at an audition for Spring Awakening in 2005. I distinctly remember Lea because she was sitting in a corner, like, with her little dress on and her litte book and she stood up and she introduced herself to me and she was like “I‘m Lea Michele. I played Wendla in every previous workshops of Spring Awakening and I’ll help you get this job.”
Lea: And I remember meeting Jonathan and being like ‘he’s not going to get this’. I was like ‘poor thing, he’s not going to get it’.
Jon: I had short hair with like CVS gel in it.
Lea: So much gel that in the workshops of Spring Awakening, when he put his head on my chest, I would go *insert noise*
So everybody can remember how cute and awesome they are together.
You’re Golden
You’re gold, aren’t you?
To me there’s gold in you
To me there’s gold in you
(Source: tiffinnick)
Taking Back Sunday - We All Love Our Pets/ Yo Gabba Gabba
I cannot stop watching this.
I will always reblog this.
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YES CLEARER VERSION
you can tell that those little girls at 1:37 obviously only prefer tell all your friends
OH MY GOD.
OMFG I never knew this existed. So funny, wow. I love their matching hoodies.
Your Name Here (Sunrise Highway) - Straylight Run
(Source: meghin)
WHAT I DID FOR LOVE - GLEE CAST (THIS IS ERIKA I’M ON AN RP ACCOUNT)
(Source: shark-finn5)
I hope this doesn’t come off as incredibly vain. If you read all of it, you are amazing. It really isn’t that much though. OH, also: this list is not in any specific order, I started it when I was trying to decide what to delete from my DVR.
001. Panic at the Disco’s performance of Nine in the Afternoon on Live from Abbey Road.
002. Brendon Urie - he is gorgeous.
003. Starbucks in the evening with Esteban.
004. The SNL episode with Zac Efron.
005. Getting to make Cook Yourself Thin recipes.
006. Kate Winslet biography shows. She is an amazing actress.
007. Watching old cartoons I loved as a kid.
008. The Kalahari Desert episode of Nature’s Most Amazing Events.
009. Anything Taking Back Sunday!
010. Typing in lowercase letters.
011. the characters Will Truman and Grace Adler.
012. the characters Jack McFarland and Karen Walker.
013. A Decade Under the Influence - Taking Back Sunday video and song.
014. Gay boys.
015. Coheed and Cambria.
016. Season One of Degrassi: The Next Generation. I grew up with this show.
017. Staying up late with Keri just laughing.
018. The occassional Taylor Swift song.
019. TUMBLR!
020. Tigers. Since elementary school.
021. My facebook and flickr accounts. LOL!
022. Talking to my mom about everything.
023. Playing the few songs I know on the piano.
024. My cameras and photography in general.
025. Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart (though not Twilight).
026. Andy Warhol.
027. Edie Sedgwick.
028. Never Think - Robert Pattinson.
029. My Sociology professor and all of her quirks and knowledge.
030. Jan Ward, such a sweet woman.
031. Allllll of my family. My aunts and uncles, dear little cousins, everyone.
032. Family Reunions!
033. PHOTOGRAPHY!
034. Seattle, Washington.
035. Austin, Texas.
036. Laughing at dumb things with my dad.
037. Walking across campus from the bridge over the street.
038. Going to the movies with Kelsi.
039. Seeing movies with Keri.
040. My photography class from the spring semester. The best class I’ve ever taken.
041. Randomly seeing the people from my class around town, and talking to like them like they’ve been my best friends forever. They probably were stunned that I could be so talkative.
042. Glamour magazine.
043. The Love/Hate,Hate,Hate thing I have for Miley, Demi Lovato, and the Jonas Brothers.
044. blogsecret.
045. mliaverage.
046. fml.com
047. Post Secret
048. Sewing pillows.
049. My corny scrapbook of a Moleskine.
050. Picking wildflowers.
051. Editing photos with Photoshop.
052. Having my t-shirt design bragged on at the family reunion (still).
053. Vintage family photos.
054. All the random crap on my table - perfume, body spray, film cans filled with coins, my camera, nail polish, the gift from an English teacher I had, pieces of artwork from my cousin.
055. The four friends that I care the most about. I love you.
056. Anyone else I know that I enjoy talking to.
057. The font Georgia.
058. The font Courier New.
059. The mixtape Esteban gave me. Seriously, I love every song on it.
060. This one photo of my parents in Germany.
061. The posters my senior English teacher gave me. I will keep them forever.
062. When Erin and Will come to visit.
063. The infinite feeling of summer.
064. Sleeping.
065. Shopping.
066. Listening to my Grandma and learning about her.
067. The random, unexpected shared moments I get with my Grandpa still.
068. Everytime my Grandpa smiles at me.
069. 11:11.
070. The quote: There are 6 billion people on earth. You would think that just one would understand me.
071. Looking into the sun (through the viewfinder in my camera). I have a very bad habit of doing that.
072. The one time I went to the Optometrist and I got to see my eyeball from the back of my head. I don’t know how to explain it, but it was really cool and I will always remember it.
073. Seeing random doctors at Scott & White, and wondering if it’s like Grey’s Anatomy.
074. My dog Betsey.
075. The quote: Words do not express thoughts very well. They always become a little different immediately after they are expressed, a little distorted, a little foolish.
076. When I went to Galveston last summer.
077. When I was nine, my aunt took me to the Smokey Mountains. Fun memories.
078. The smell of peppermint.
079. The smell of rain.
080. The smell of plums.
081. The smell of watermelon.
082. The way dryer sheets smell.
083. When my aunt and I went to Austin.
084. Indie movies.
085. Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist.
086. Paris, Je T’Aime.
087. Artwork by other people.
088. Islamic architecture, so beautiful.
089. Book stores.
090. Target.
091. Mariella by Kate Nash.
092. Tennis stars: Novak Djokovic, Rafael Nadal, Roger Federer, Maria Sharapova.
093. The way a camera lense looks.
094. The Pantheon in Rome.
095. The Great Mosque in Cordoba, Spain.
096. Infinite stained glass windows.
097. Bokeh, how could I forget it? (blurry circles in photographs)
098. Blowing bubbles with Owen (my three year old cousin)!
099. Scribbles and doodles.
100. Late nights.
101. Being outside at night, sort of.
102. The one time we were “afraid” of the “stick people” in the woods. (at Blora) So dumb. But so funny. And an eternity ago.
103. Actually, every memory with my high school best friend.
104. Working at the bookstore that one time. Making money is nice.
105. Apricot scrub. Works fucking miracles.
106. Suitcases of photos that span 40 years at least.
107. My grandma’s house.
108. My sister’s dog Cocoa.
109. Starbucks Shaken Iced Tea Lemonade (or whatever) with Passion Tea. I can never actually remember what it’s called.
110. Plastic hangers. Yeah, seriously.
111. The three times I’ve had something free from Starbucks. That one guy is so nice! LOLLLL. (and I basically get free stuff for being so absent minded and indecisive when I go up to the counter).
112. FRED MASCHERINO. JOHN NOLAN. MATT FAZZI. JESSE LACEY.
113. That one song Bandages by Hot Hot Heat.
114. The frayed edges of a torn out page from a spiral notebook.
115. The All-American Rejects. Since 7th grade.
116. The night I graduated. Best night ever. Pretty epic.
117. Polaroids.
118. Fireworks.
119. Green, purple, blue, yellow.
120. This one pair of moccasins I have.
121. Lights of any kind. Especially the sparkly, at night type.
122. This list.
123. 12:34 a.m. or p.m.
124: Typically, dark haired boys.
125. Sarah Dessen books.
126. Augusten Burroughs books.
127. Norah Jones songs.
128. The idea of being swept into the ocean. (When I’m not terrified of the thought of it)
129. My mom’s horse Tika.
130. The names: Grace, Emily, Olivia, Sarah, Andy, Ephram, Grayson.
131. Michelle Obama.
132. Bo, the first dog.
133. The music of Alexz Johnson.
134. Trees and leaves.
135. Random vintage junk. Because who doesn’t?
136. Icing…
137. Taking Back Sunday’s second album Where You Want To Be. I love this cd to death.
138. Going to the library!
139. The year 2007. And 2008. 2009 isn’t bad either.
140. Open fields.
141. The Czech museum downtown.
142. My hair (post high school until 5 days ago when I stupidly tried to cut it).
143. Typing. On typewriters. And regular keyboards.
144. Memories from going to the thrift shops with my Grandma on Saturday mornings. (Before it was cool to do so!)
145. My grandma’s fabric closet. Many vintage patterns, and buttons, beads, and other stuff from the 70’s, at least!
146. Every random object in my room. Even the junk.
147. Going to Lowes and picking up all the free booklets, paint swatches, tile swatches, etc.
148. Honestly? Swimming. But it’s complicated.
149. Burt’s Bees lipbalm.
150. “Granny’s Kitchen Lessons!”
151. Tomatoes and basil.
152. Sherbert during the summer.
153. Dandelion fluffies.
154. Yellow flowers. The deeper the color, the better.
155. Daisies.
156. Walking down city streets, especially if they are shaded. And at night.
157. Tresor fragrance by Lancome. Have yet to buy it, but it smells so good!
158. Amazing Grace by Philosophy. Smells sort of like bubble bath.
159. BioInfusion shampoo and conditioner, it works miracles too.
160. That shampoo and conditioner for brunettes by Panteen. It smells amazing.
161. Rain.
162. More specifically, raindrops on windows.
163. Nostalgia. Until it makes me literally sick, and it does.
164. Rabbits.
165. Caleb Followill.
166. Secret by Mieka Pauley.
167. Slow Descent by Straylight Run.
168. Silver Lining by Rilo Kiley.
169. Listening to my neighbors’s Spanish music when they throw parties.
170. Rosie’s Lullaby by Norah Jones.
171. HOBBY LOBBY. One of the greatest stores I know of.
172. oh yeah, IKEA actually probably is the greatest store I know of. I’ve only been there a couple of times though.
173. Art galleries.
174. The House of the Spirits by Isabel Allende. It is beautifully written.
175. Sunscreen.
176. The basic fact that I am alive. I know there are at least two times in my life, where I very easily could have died. I am not overly religious, but I have so much to be thankful for. Like everything on this list, and then some.
Feel free to write in the answers box.
What are things that you love?
