I haled me a woman from the street,
Shameless, but, oh, so fair!
I bade her sit in the model’s seat
And painted her sitting there.
I hid all traces of her heart unclean;
I painted a babe at her breast;
I painted her as she might have been
If the Worst had been the Best.
She laughed at my picture and went away.
Then came, with a knowing nod,
A connoisseur, and I heard him say;
“’Tis Mary, the Mother of God.”
So, I painted a halo round her hair,
And I sold her and took my fee,
And she hangs in the church of Saint Hillaire,
Where you and all may see.
365 movies in 2013 (49/ 365)
10 Things I Hate About You (1999)
I hate the way you talk to me and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick. It even makes me rhyme. I hate it—I hate the way you’re always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you’re not around and the fact that you didn’t call. But mostly, I hate the way I don’t hate you, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
YOU’RE NOT SPANISH
there’s this indian girl at my school and she’s obsessed with spain but she’s not spanish in anyway shape or form except she learns spanish and she’s not even good at it and she corrects people who are actually spanish or just better than her and she corrects them WRONG
the other day in RS my teacher said she’s going to spain and this girl goes ‘omg really i love spain’ WE ALL KNOW STFU
she even tweets in spanish
GUESS WHO GOT SOME APPLE FLAVOURED SHAMPOO
WAIT NO I MEANT SCENTED
DON’T WORRY IT TASTES LIKE APPLES TOO
i just threw up
(Source: fabulewis, via pizza)
Be careful what you wish for.
Wow what I never realized the colors were inverted
You’d think I would have noticed that
That’s the point. The world Coraline lives in is supposed to be boring and gray, but the people are what give it life and purpose. In the Other Mother’s world the people are plastic puppets where she pulls the strings because it presumably changes for every child she takes, but the world around them is bright and colorful for the purpose of enticing the children to stay… before they notice the inhabitants are nothing but dust.
that was deep
(Source: paperjamjam, via dontforgettodream)