The unusual and highly random ramblings of an aspiring screenwriter
When you finally get hold of an obscure film in your fave’s filmography and it’s like trying to watch a video camera recording of a projection played through a wall of treacle
At least in this Whovian’s eyes.
Alan Rickman and Miranda Heart at Wimbledon
I desperately want to eavesdrop on their conversation.
Tumblr, stop posting pics and GIFs from old movies out of context just to perpetuate some other notion you have of the time period.
That picture of Clara Bow in a classroom with other girls all looking shocked is not “1920s Sex Ed Class.” It’s from The Wild Party and it’s an Anthropology class with the hottie professor, Fredric March, presenting them with the insane syllabus for the semester.
Fuck you. I like pumpkin flavored things. And I like Ugg boots, they keep my perpetually cold feet warm in the fall and winter. If I want to share those likes on my Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook, even fucking MySpace, I will do so.