Some Like it Hot (1959)
when im famous im going to make a fanblog for myself and take all of these pictures that i’ll make graphics and edits from and everyone will be like “omg where are you getting these pictures????” and i’ll just say google.
sticks and stones may break my bones but words constitute my entire existence and my ability to meaningfully interact with the universe because we live in a textual reality in which everything is constructed and coded by language there is no escaping the symbolic dimensions of it there is nothing outside the text there is nothing outside the text there is nothing outside the text
yo the simpsons be droppin truth bombs
Photoshop is either a blessing or a curse and I have lost the ability to tell the difference.