barfclays.
“Everytime I let Buddy and Luke outside, Luke always jumps over Buddy. I barely get the door open enough before they are both out the door. I had Nathan hold them off while I went outside to wait outside to catch this moment.”
Boing!!! It’s time to go outside and play now!! by *Caity* on Flickr.
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Saturday Night Live | Kristen Wiig’s Farewell Sketch
d’awwwww.
(Also, for those of you still in high school: this is exactly what graduation is like. Complete with Mick Jagger, Amy Poehler, Arcade Fire and hugs from Jon Hamm. Start getting your hopes up super super high. Higher, even.)
-Anna
aaannndd now i’m teary-eyed on a sunday afternoon.
Dandelions growing on headlands, showing
Their unloved hearts to everyone.
Their unloved hearts to everyone.
“
| — | Patrick Kavanagh, “Spraying the Potatoes” (1940) |
![garconniere:
the other day i was listening to the virgin suicides soundtrack and my partner said something to the effect of how it was a beautiful film about how being a teenage girl can feel so much more tragic than it is, and how it was more a film for adults than for teenage girls. i was all “HELL TO THE NO, are you fucking kidding?” and quickly remembered how much this movie meant to me when i saw it. and then i thought out loud about how i wasn’t really sure why it was so important to me at the time… and also how awkward i’ve always felt about how much i love the story of teenage girl sisters told from the perspective of a bunch of teenage boys who hardly know them (written by an adult male). for some reason though i’ve got a lot of respect for jeffrey eugenides and feel like he can tackle the stories of girls without coming off as appropriating their stories.
when arguing with my partner about the film and which audience it was intended for, this was the image that came to mind. celia in that white lace late seventies dress, and the plastic bangles covering her self-inflicted wounds. i remember the teenage girls who cropped it and used it as their livejournal icons in the early 2000s, where they talked about their (non existent and/or unrequited) lovers in the most melodramatic of ways… i remember that line about how old men could never possibly know what it was to be a thirteen year old girl.
i was a bit older than thirteen when i saw the film, 14 or 15 maybe, but i’m pretty sure i used that line on more than one occasion when someone tried to make me feel as though my feelings weren’t valid, simply because i was a young girl.
(i miss writing about movies, maybe i should make more time for that again)
(been thinking lots about girlhood lately, does it show?)
[emphasis mine]
i’m happy to see someone doing such a great job archiving early 2000s aesthetics. i may or may not have had one of these aforementioned live journals.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3ini1eCFi1qzvsguo1_500.jpg)
the other day i was listening to the virgin suicides soundtrack and my partner said something to the effect of how it was a beautiful film about how being a teenage girl can feel so much more tragic than it is, and how it was more a film for adults than for teenage girls. i was all “HELL TO THE NO, are you fucking kidding?” and quickly remembered how much this movie meant to me when i saw it. and then i thought out loud about how i wasn’t really sure why it was so important to me at the time… and also how awkward i’ve always felt about how much i love the story of teenage girl sisters told from the perspective of a bunch of teenage boys who hardly know them (written by an adult male). for some reason though i’ve got a lot of respect for jeffrey eugenides and feel like he can tackle the stories of girls without coming off as appropriating their stories.
when arguing with my partner about the film and which audience it was intended for, this was the image that came to mind. celia in that white lace late seventies dress, and the plastic bangles covering her self-inflicted wounds. i remember the teenage girls who cropped it and used it as their livejournal icons in the early 2000s, where they talked about their (non existent and/or unrequited) lovers in the most melodramatic of ways… i remember that line about how old men could never possibly know what it was to be a thirteen year old girl.
i was a bit older than thirteen when i saw the film, 14 or 15 maybe, but i’m pretty sure i used that line on more than one occasion when someone tried to make me feel as though my feelings weren’t valid, simply because i was a young girl.
(i miss writing about movies, maybe i should make more time for that again)
(been thinking lots about girlhood lately, does it show?)
[emphasis mine]
i’m happy to see someone doing such a great job archiving early 2000s aesthetics. i may or may not have had one of these aforementioned live journals.
Anderson and Kristen Johnston meet Meow, the 37-lb Cat. Watch Meow on Anderson Monday, April 30.
my happiness quota for the day has been filled.
Anderson meets Meow, the 37-lb cat (the equivalent of a 600-lb person), today on “Anderson.”
sheer joy.
