June 2009
May 2009
Dan: Who knew there was a sex club behind the White Castle? And "beer before liquor". How do you know so many twins?
Chuck: Twins find me.
“Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little...”
– William Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet (via coffeeandlipstick) (via oneshouldreadeverything) (via makethemyths)
“Well, it’s good to know that they recognize the environmental impact and...”
– Balk, from The Awl
“Believe what you wear on the outside affects who you are on the inside. It is so...”
– Heidi Merrick (via icovet) (via lajoiedevivre)
“I hate when people ask me what my favorite outfit is. Because it’s so unfair to...”
– Blake Lively. (via meesters)
“Remember, the rest of the world must look at you, so you have an obligation to...”
– Fake Yves
Interesting Facts About NPR's Audience
alexbaca:
(via peterwknox) (via one of NPR’s multiple Twitter feeds, @nprconnect)
NPR listeners are:
64% more likely than average to have traveled abroad in the last 3 years.
2.5 times more likely than average to be Mac users at home.
28% less likely than average to say celebrity endorsements influence their purchase decisions.
45% more likely than average to drink Pabst Blue Ribbon.
70%...
Barack Obama, when he was my age. →
“Until the last piece of chiffon flies with pride, until designers walk down the...”
– Fake Karl
Jack: Chuck, this letter represents your father's final words.
Blair: Your dad wrote you a letter? You have to read it.
Nate: Yeah, aren't you curious to know what it says?
Chuck: I think I can guess. "You're a disappointment of a son." "I'd die of embarrassment if I wasn't already." "Why do you wear so much purple."
“I love New York on summer afternoons when every one’s away. There’s something...”
– The Great Gatsby (via lajoiedevivre)
“If you go home with somebody, and they don’t have books, don’t fuck ‘em!”
– John Waters (via stras) (via alexbaca)
“My talents are really too fab to enumerate.”
– Mel W.
“My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control...”
– Jack Kerouac (via randominternet) 