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splders:

*eats 4 slices of pizza*

im so full

*eats another 4 slices of pizza*

me looking at thing: yooooo
me looking at price: nooooo
Bethany Sloane: May I ask what brought you here?
Jay: Some fuck named John Hughes.
Bethany Sloane: "Sixteen Candles" John Hughes?
Jay: You know that guy, too? That fuckin' guy. He made this flick "Sixteen Candles." Not bad. There's tits in it, but no bush, but Ebert over here don't give a shit about that kind of thing 'cause he's, like, all in love with this John Hughes guy. He goes out and rents, like, every one of his movies. Fuckin' "Breakfast Club," where all these stupid kids actually show up for detention. Fuckin' "Weird Science," where this chick wants to take her gear off and get down, but oh no, she don't 'cause it's a PG movie. And then, "Pretty in Pink," which I can't even watch with this tubby bitch anymore, 'cause every time we get to the part where the redhead hooks up with her dream guy, he starts sobbin' like a little bitch with a skinned knee and shit. And there's nothing worse than watchin' a fuckin' fat man weep.
issietheshark:

weird science (1985)

issietheshark:

weird science (1985)

drowninginmetaphor:

my dear, her smile will be perfect
and she’ll walk into the room taking everyone’s breath away
and she’ll be the one you hold
when they all wish they could.
she’ll dance like she knows the whole world is watching
she wouldn’t stumble and fall
like i would.
with her, it’d be a sensual…

th0ughtlust:

my heart doesn’t belong to you anymore.

th0ughtlust:

my heart doesn’t belong to you anymore.