The Two Key Qualities of a Classic Nic Cage Action Film
YOU CAN’T CAGE THE CAGE
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Modern pop stars and their worldwide album sales
If I cant bring the spoon to my face ILL BRING MY FACE TO THE SPOON
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH STRAIGHT BOYS
I AM DEAD
shows that deserve nominations over big bang theory:
- brooklyn nine-nine
- dog with a blog
- parks and rec
- me flossing my teeth
- teen mom 2
- mindy project
- a rerun of 7th heaven
Drake is just having his “you don’t have to do this’ moment
Drake is so sad that he can’t respect a woman right now
HOW IS THIS SUCH BEAUTIFUL QUALITY?
CAN WE JUST TALK ABOUT THE FACT THAT THIS IS ACTUALLY JOLIE’S DAUGHTER PLAYING YOUNG AURORA AND HOW TALENTED THIS WOMAN IS TO ACT OUT NOT WANTING TO HOLD AND CUDDLE HER OWN LITTLE WOMB NUGGET LIKE GOTDAMN WOMAN YOU GOOD.
I was so nervous talking to a man that I have admired for twelve years of my life. The man who let me know as a child that miserable things happen and that’s perfectly normal. The same man who helped me overcome my fear of reading after being screamed at by my teacher that I would never be able to read anything my grade level, only to have a college level reading skill by the end of sixth grade. My motivation to write and keep doing whatever I want because no matter who tries to bring me down, I know that I can overcome it just like I did those years ago.
I blushed and stuttered, barely getting out a ‘this may sound dorky, but thank you for everything you’ve done for me’. I hadn’t told him the tragedies that had gone on in my life in specifics. I thanked him for giving me a chance when so many adults did not and how I found it ironic that I still love a series about miserable children when I practically went through the same thing. And even though I’ve heard ‘I’m sorry’ so many times about every death, every terrible thing that has happened, I have never heard one so sincere.
Here I was beating myself up about failing to convey myself in front of this wonderful man. How I missed my chance. Putting my things away, I grabbed my book and peeked inside to see this. And I began to cry.
This is a man who I have never met before. A man I have only dreamt of meeting since I was very small. But yet in one small sentence he has managed to move me entirely. A sentence that has needed to be said for a long time now.
‘To Bridget, who has suffered enough.’