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iheartclassics:

*trippy glasses not included.

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thetangential:

Dress the part. I’m 87% certain sequins are required for a nightclub. If possible, make sure your skirt is insanely short, so you have to keep pulling it down all night. Wear heels that are taller than your head because guys will think it’s cute when you stumble into them on the dance…

Oh wow. The closet goth in me wants this a LOT.

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A Bout de Souffle

Probably the coolest film ever made.

I watched the American remake of this as well, just out of curiosity. Guessed it would be fairly awful but it far surpassed even my expectations. As a general rule I tend to dislike remakes, but this pretty much made me want to chew off my own legs. You CANNOT beat original Gallic chic, but if you’re going to try, for the love of God try harder than Richard Gere.

I never learned to drive. What I am not cool with is that it is a NEVER ENDING expense and frankly I think I’d be shit at it anyway, because of my tendencies to panic, tap feet, fall asleep and generally get distracted by listening to music and looking out of windows etc etc. Once on the bus I thought I saw a giant eagle in a field and let me tell you, if I’d actually been behind the wheel at the time the shock it gave me would have resulted in widespread casualty and death in the locality. It turned out to be a horse and I’d just caught it at a weird angle, but anyway, my point is THIS: I would be willing to overlook all these potential disadvantages if I could only own this car. All my motoring misgivings fade to nought before it… I don’t think I’d be quite so frightened by that giant eagle if I was driving around in a shark.

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thetangential:

1. The protagonist is either a hot blonde chick with threaded brows or a short boy with curly hair. For some reason, the girl is wildly unpopular, probably because she likes “books” or “math” or some has some hobby that implies her smartness has kept her hymen firmly intact. The boy is unpopular…

I want to be in their gang.