Sometimes I just look at google images of Julie Andrews and get kind of sad because I will never be her.
I will always be her tho
and it literally only said
“Important question. Why is Master Splinter a rat?”
I had a dream last night where Chelsea Handler was sitting behind me at some show and I turned around to hug her, and I was like “Chelsea, you don’t even know” and she gently wiped my tears and said “Oh I know, baby girl.”
Thank you for your ever continuing support, dream Chelsea.
I really loved the Great Gatsby, but the only thing that bothered me was how when he knocked down the clock at Nick’s house it had been working before, BECAUSE WHEN IT WAS ALREADY BROKEN HE WAS TRYING TO REPLACE SOMETHING THAT WAS ALREADY BROKEN AND TURN BACK TIME MOTHERFUCKER, BUT HE CAN’T TURN BACK TIME BECAUSE HE’S NOT CHER, HE’S LEONARDO DICAPRIO.
Like, I was literally blinded by symbolism with that green light but ol Baz skipped out on so many other good opportunities for subtle symbolism, and I know this because I had to write a long-ass paper back in AP English and I made the cher joke then and I made the cher joke now, and neither time was it funny, but BAM, it just got literary up in the hizzouse.