DOGMA
IF....
VELVET GOLDMINE
LITTLE MISS SUNSHINE
THE GOONIES
TEN INCH HERO
LOST AND DELIRIOUS
ACROSS THE UNIVERSE
RUSSELL HOWARD LIVE
THE PRINCESS BRIDE
ANOTHER COUNTRY
THE BIG LEBOWSKI
HEATHERS
STAR TREK
SWEENEY TODD: THE DEMON BARBER OF FLEET S TREET
IF....
VELVET GOLDMINE
LITTLE MISS SUNSHINE
THE GOONIES
TEN INCH HERO
LOST AND DELIRIOUS
ACROSS THE UNIVERSE
RUSSELL HOWARD LIVE
THE PRINCESS BRIDE
ANOTHER COUNTRY
THE BIG LEBOWSKI
HEATHERS
STAR TREK
SWEENEY TODD: THE DEMON BARBER OF FLEET S
my body pounds, because god, it hurts to love you, as much as i do.
and suddenly, happiness, is asking too much.
ad astra - to the stars
carpe diem - seize the day
disce aut discede - learn or leave
et in arcadia ego - even in Arcadia, I exist
memento mori - remember you must die
post tenebras lux - after darkness, i hope for light
sic semper tyrannis - thus, always to tyrants
carpe diem - seize the day
disce aut discede - learn or leave
et in arcadia ego - even in Arcadia, I exist
memento mori - remember you must die
post tenebras lux - after darkness, i hope for light
sic semper tyrannis - thus, always to tyrants
sometimes it hurts so much my legs shake and my eyes close.
sometimes i wonder if i make it hurt this much
just so you can't hurt me.
sometimes i wonder if i make it hurt this much
just so you can't hurt me.
winning a losing game.
without you dreams melt like ice on a summer day.
could you forgive me if i told you when i wish upon a star all i wish for is you?
so many places with so many faces and yet i am alone without you.
but now i'm broken down into little pieces of black and white.
mercury leaks from my eyes as though tears of water are no longer good enough.
according to the wind chimes only i can hear, a storm is coming, a storm is on it's way.
i can't sleep in a place like this, i can't sleep when no one but i exist, but i can not even close my eyes.
i can't sleep in a place like this, i can't sleep when no one but i exist, but i can not even close my eyes.
you make me want to be someone i'm not, do something i can't, just so i can love someone like you.
you make me wish i was beautiful, wish i was talented, wish you could love someone like me.
you make me wish i was beautiful, wish i was talented, wish you could love someone like me.
sometimes i believe the echoes of your words are all that keeps me going.
we (jessi, katie, joe, rosie) go to the mccrudden household (but it's this 4 story house) joe keeps jumping out windows from each floor (wearing a fur coat....) to see how many stories he can go before injuring himself, the answer's four, he's reasonably okay but limping a bit. we look out the window he's jumped and see evie is entering the house two houses down, so we go join her and sit by a pool.
so hettie and sara were having a joint 18th at school EVERYONE EVER was invited, i stayed late after school for whatever reason and on my way out saw a person dressed as a life size elephant and the jonas brothers (well, nick, frankie and apparently another one no one's ever met) saying happy birthday to them then these girls slightly accosted them.
so they started backing away and started dancing/singing their way away, i was stood where they singing/dancing so they kept bumping into me, this boy who in my dream was also on the disney channel (because nick said so) who was blonde/ginger called luke started joining. JONAS ESCAPE. luke does not, i'm like "hey, i'm jessi can i help?" luke apparently falls madly in love as i rescue him and starts following me home we go into random places on the way.
including the library and finding priya who is having a tea party and whenever i try to tell her i met the jonas brothers she goes into complete denial. priya's made a giant button with buttons on it, but i write on the back "made by rosie" for no apparent reason.
i get home and almost everyone i know is there, getting ready, everyone greets luke and recognise him from disney, sooze shows me the present she got hettie and sara, it's a toilet seat...with the second line of a two line poem on it.
almost everyone leaves, joe appears, still in fur coat, i'm like "JOE? ARE YOU OKAY?" he's like "not really." and hobbles off.
i enter my room luke still with me, max enters the room, i'm like "max. luke. luke. max." max and luke start playing gay chicken which turns real, i ignore them and i start pulling out random dresses from my wardrobe that i had as a child but our now big enough to fit me, they start discussing the future and where they want thier relationship to go.
i take the dresses to poppy's room, which is now the spare room, she and like four people i've met before are sat on the bed, i look at them all and am like "have you all seen me naked before? yes, you have." and start trying on different dresses.
i look out the window when i've chosen one and they've left and see the wonderful mr ed getting on the oxford tube (which apparently now stops outside my house) looking sad. i say "oh no, the wonderful mr ed is getting on the oxford tube looking sad." but no one replies, as i am now all alone.
THE END.
so hettie and sara were having a joint 18th at school EVERYONE EVER was invited, i stayed late after school for whatever reason and on my way out saw a person dressed as a life size elephant and the jonas brothers (well, nick, frankie and apparently another one no one's ever met) saying happy birthday to them then these girls slightly accosted them.
so they started backing away and started dancing/singing their way away, i was stood where they singing/dancing so they kept bumping into me, this boy who in my dream was also on the disney channel (because nick said so) who was blonde/ginger called luke started joining. JONAS ESCAPE. luke does not, i'm like "hey, i'm jessi can i help?" luke apparently falls madly in love as i rescue him and starts following me home we go into random places on the way.
including the library and finding priya who is having a tea party and whenever i try to tell her i met the jonas brothers she goes into complete denial. priya's made a giant button with buttons on it, but i write on the back "made by rosie" for no apparent reason.
i get home and almost everyone i know is there, getting ready, everyone greets luke and recognise him from disney, sooze shows me the present she got hettie and sara, it's a toilet seat...with the second line of a two line poem on it.
almost everyone leaves, joe appears, still in fur coat, i'm like "JOE? ARE YOU OKAY?" he's like "not really." and hobbles off.
i enter my room luke still with me, max enters the room, i'm like "max. luke. luke. max." max and luke start playing gay chicken which turns real, i ignore them and i start pulling out random dresses from my wardrobe that i had as a child but our now big enough to fit me, they start discussing the future and where they want thier relationship to go.
i take the dresses to poppy's room, which is now the spare room, she and like four people i've met before are sat on the bed, i look at them all and am like "have you all seen me naked before? yes, you have." and start trying on different dresses.
i look out the window when i've chosen one and they've left and see the wonderful mr ed getting on the oxford tube (which apparently now stops outside my house) looking sad. i say "oh no, the wonderful mr ed is getting on the oxford tube looking sad." but no one replies, as i am now all alone.
THE END.
dance yourself silly says (23:34):
Jessi, I am worried about you! I want to come over and help nurse you back to health!
~it's the best possible time to be alive, when almost everything you thought you knew is wrong.~ says (23:34):
it would be welcomed
dance yourself silly says (23:38):
I would get you endless cups of tea, and read you a good night story and tuck you in and bake you yummy things and draw you pictures that look like a child has done them and tell you how amazing you are on a regular basis, and generally wait for you to tell me what I can do to make you feel better
Welcome to World War Three.
it's yours.
fuck,
it's yours.
fuck,
it's yours.
Lady Cap'n Rachel Nigriello i'm really scared of that dog man.........i don't think i will go to wellington square again.....but i do love my ...cheesecake? lol xxx
Lady Cap'n Jessi Watson well stop loving your cheesecake and start liking . . . peach tart. or don't eat dessert till you can handle the consequences! (in the nicest way possible).
Lady Cap'n Rachel Nigriello wow harsh, well what if i like to have my cake and eat it too (like what i did there?)) although i never would do that of course. also i think my cheesecake likes to have its cake and eat it too. but i don't want peach tart, i've never been that keen on peaches and also.....the consequences of eating too much dessert is getting fat....which could be an innuendo....ohhhhhhhh metaphors!!! xxx
Lady Cap'n Jessi Watson too much sugar is bad for the heart.
i think you should wait till, your old enough to understand that once you have/think you have dessert your world doesn't revolve around it.
and don't be so fickle towards the peach tart!
Lady Cap'n Jessi Watson p.s. this is quite possibly my favouritest conversation ever.
Lady Cap'n Rachel Nigriello i'm not being fickle...if you eat too much of the same thing you get sick of it or bored. on the other hand...if cheesecake is the dessert that is meant to be then you will never get sick of it. am i not right? xxx
Lady Cap'n Jessi Watson but i promise you cheesecake is not the desert it's meant to be.
THEN STOP PLAYING WITH YOUR FOOD FOOL.
and cheesecake already has a fork.
Lady Cap'n Rachel Nigriello wow that was sticking the knife it....jokes. well the thing is, a cheesecake can be eaten with a spoon also....and the other thing is unless we are god, we will never know what the right dessert is on the table as we cannot see absolutly every possible dessert choice. all we can do is try a few and see what we like best no? and if we find one we like above all others, then why bother eating any other dessert. that is my thinking xxx
Lady Cap'n Rachel Nigriello i think i'm officially the metaphor queen. xxx
Lady Cap'n Jessi Watson but the cheesecake and the fork really like each other, i just think you should wait till your older and maybe you'll go to new york and try some REAL new york cheesecake which hasn't already been taken by a fork, maybe i am god...
Lady Cap'n Rachel Nigriello you have a point.....maybe you are god...its not like i would realise or know....this is disconcerting. but to the jist and thrust of it all, i'm stuck on a revolving dessert table and one day will need to decide what dessert is right for me and throw away all the others no matter how tempting and lovely they all are...which is rather difficult as one particular dessert is being so horribly tempting!!!!!!! arrrrghhhhh *teen angst ensues* xxxx
Lady Cap'n Jessi Watson we are a team of metaphorical queens!
ignore the dessert for now and concentrate on something else main course (friends) or your salad (education) or your wine (religion)
just wait till the fork's no longer in the cheesecake and see if you still like the cheesecake and not another dessert.
(the fork/cheesecake metaphor has become slightly sexual but there is nothing i can do to stop it!!!!!!!!)
xxxx
p.s. don't teen angst
but if you will
i shall provide a soundtrack
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U5NIQQX_7 vY
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8wrs-eTVq ZE&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oshZxqmd0 4k
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OWMBDewW6 gI
Lady Cap'n Rachel Nigriello i'm going to bed now but i love this chat you are the best and my most
favourite person (excluding desserts for now) although you would make a
good dessert.... anyway i love you and i will listen to said soundtrack. see you soon xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ps run when you hear the whistling
Lady Cap'n Jessi Watson i love you!
i'm going to save this conversation in my journal!
i would make an excellent desert. probably a creme brulee.
I OFFICIALLY HAVE A FEAR OF WHISTLING
xxxx
Lady Cap'n Jessi Watson too much sugar is bad for the heart.
i think you should wait till, your old enough to understand that once you have/think you have dessert your world doesn't revolve around it.
and don't be so fickle towards the peach tart!
Lady Cap'n Jessi Watson p.s. this is quite possibly my favouritest conversation ever.
Lady Cap'n Rachel Nigriello i'm not being fickle...if you eat too much of the same thing you get sick of it or bored. on the other hand...if cheesecake is the dessert that is meant to be then you will never get sick of it. am i not right? xxx
Lady Cap'n Jessi Watson but i promise you cheesecake is not the desert it's meant to be.
THEN STOP PLAYING WITH YOUR FOOD FOOL.
and cheesecake already has a fork.
Lady Cap'n Rachel Nigriello wow that was sticking the knife it....jokes. well the thing is, a cheesecake can be eaten with a spoon also....and the other thing is unless we are god, we will never know what the right dessert is on the table as we cannot see absolutly every possible dessert choice. all we can do is try a few and see what we like best no? and if we find one we like above all others, then why bother eating any other dessert. that is my thinking xxx
Lady Cap'n Rachel Nigriello i think i'm officially the metaphor queen. xxx
Lady Cap'n Jessi Watson but the cheesecake and the fork really like each other, i just think you should wait till your older and maybe you'll go to new york and try some REAL new york cheesecake which hasn't already been taken by a fork, maybe i am god...
Lady Cap'n Rachel Nigriello you have a point.....maybe you are god...its not like i would realise or know....this is disconcerting. but to the jist and thrust of it all, i'm stuck on a revolving dessert table and one day will need to decide what dessert is right for me and throw away all the others no matter how tempting and lovely they all are...which is rather difficult as one particular dessert is being so horribly tempting!!!!!!! arrrrghhhhh *teen angst ensues* xxxx
Lady Cap'n Jessi Watson we are a team of metaphorical queens!
ignore the dessert for now and concentrate on something else main course (friends) or your salad (education) or your wine (religion)
just wait till the fork's no longer in the cheesecake and see if you still like the cheesecake and not another dessert.
(the fork/cheesecake metaphor has become slightly sexual but there is nothing i can do to stop it!!!!!!!!)
xxxx
p.s. don't teen angst
but if you will
i shall provide a soundtrack
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U5NIQQX_7 vY
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8wrs-eTVq ZE&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oshZxqmd0 4k
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OWMBDewW6 gI
Lady Cap'n Rachel Nigriello i'm going to bed now but i love this chat you are the best and my most
favourite person (excluding desserts for now) although you would make a
good dessert.... anyway i love you and i will listen to said soundtrack. see you soon xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ps run when you hear the whistling
Lady Cap'n Jessi Watson i love you!
i'm going to save this conversation in my journal!
i would make an excellent desert. probably a creme brulee.
I OFFICIALLY HAVE A FEAR OF WHISTLING
xxxx
Lady Cap'n Rachel Nigriello i think i'm officially the metaphor queen. xxx
Lady Cap'n Jessi Watson but the cheesecake and the fork really like each other, i just think you should wait till your older and maybe you'll go to new york and try some REAL new york cheesecake which hasn't already been taken by a fork, maybe i am god...
Lady Cap'n Rachel Nigriello you have a point.....maybe you are god...its not like i would realise or know....this is disconcerting. but to the jist and thrust of it all, i'm stuck on a revolving dessert table and one day will need to decide what dessert is right for me and throw away all the others no matter how tempting and lovely they all are...which is rather difficult as one particular dessert is being so horribly tempting!!!!!!! arrrrghhhhh *teen angst ensues* xxxx
Lady Cap'n Jessi Watson we are a team of metaphorical queens!
ignore the dessert for now and concentrate on something else main course (friends) or your salad (education) or your wine (religion)
just wait till the fork's no longer in the cheesecake and see if you still like the cheesecake and not another dessert.
(the fork/cheesecake metaphor has become slightly sexual but there is nothing i can do to stop it!!!!!!!!)
xxxx
p.s. don't teen angst
but if you will
i shall provide a soundtrack
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U5NIQQX_7 vY
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8wrs-eTVq ZE&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oshZxqmd0 4k
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OWMBDewW6 gI
Lady Cap'n Rachel Nigriello i'm going to bed now but i love this chat you are the best and my most
favourite person (excluding desserts for now) although you would make a
good dessert.... anyway i love you and i will listen to said soundtrack. see you soon xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ps run when you hear the whistling
Lady Cap'n Jessi Watson i love you!
i'm going to save this conversation in my journal!
i would make an excellent desert. probably a creme brulee.
I OFFICIALLY HAVE A FEAR OF WHISTLING
xxxx
Lady Cap'n Jessi Watson we are a team of metaphorical queens!
ignore the dessert for now and concentrate on something else main course (friends) or your salad (education) or your wine (religion)
just wait till the fork's no longer in the cheesecake and see if you still like the cheesecake and not another dessert.
(the fork/cheesecake metaphor has become slightly sexual but there is nothing i can do to stop it!!!!!!!!)
xxxx
p.s. don't teen angst
but if you will
i shall provide a soundtrack
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U5NIQQX_7 vY
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8wrs-eTVq ZE&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oshZxqmd0 4k
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OWMBDewW6 gI
Lady Cap'n Rachel Nigriello i'm going to bed now but i love this chat you are the best and my most
favourite person (excluding desserts for now) although you would make a
good dessert.... anyway i love you and i will listen to said soundtrack. see you soon xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ps run when you hear the whistling
Lady Cap'n Jessi Watson i love you!
i'm going to save this conversation in my journal!
i would make an excellent desert. probably a creme brulee.
I OFFICIALLY HAVE A FEAR OF WHISTLING
xxxx
ignore the dessert for now and concentrate on something else main course (friends) or your salad (education) or your wine (religion)
just wait till the fork's no longer in the cheesecake and see if you still like the cheesecake and not another dessert.
(the fork/cheesecake metaphor has become slightly sexual but there is nothing i can do to stop it!!!!!!!!)
xxxx
p.s. don't teen angst
but if you will
i shall provide a soundtrack
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U5NIQQX_7
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8wrs-eTVq
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oshZxqmd0
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OWMBDewW6
Lady Cap'n Rachel Nigriello i'm going to bed now but i love this chat you are the best and my most
favourite person (excluding desserts for now) although you would make a
good dessert.... anyway i love you and i will listen to said soundtrack. see you soon xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ps run when you hear the whistling
Lady Cap'n Jessi Watson i love you!
i'm going to save this conversation in my journal!
i would make an excellent desert. probably a creme brulee.
I OFFICIALLY HAVE A FEAR OF WHISTLING
xxxx
favourite person (excluding desserts for now) although you would make a
good dessert.... anyway i love you and i will listen to said soundtrack. see you soon xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ps run when you hear the whistling
Lady Cap'n Jessi Watson i love you!
i'm going to save this conversation in my journal!
i would make an excellent desert. probably a creme brulee.
I OFFICIALLY HAVE A FEAR OF WHISTLING
xxxx
Chadwick: Do you know how many galaxies there are in the universe? About a hundred billion. And there are about a hundred billion stars in most given galaxies. That's ten thousand billion, billion stars in the universe. Which works out as about ten million billion planets.
Chadwick: It makes me feel rather small. We're so little. We take up a tiny amount of space, as indiciduals, don't we? And a negligible amount of time.
Chadwick: Human beings are pathetic. Everything human beings do finishes up bad in the end. Everything good human beings ever make is built on something monstrous. Nothing lasts. We certainly won't. We could have made something really extraordinary and we won't. We've been around one hundred thousand years. We'll have died out before the next two hundred. You know what we've got to look forward to?
Chadwick: It makes me feel rather small. We're so little. We take up a tiny amount of space, as indiciduals, don't we? And a negligible amount of time.
Chadwick: Human beings are pathetic. Everything human beings do finishes up bad in the end. Everything good human beings ever make is built on something monstrous. Nothing lasts. We certainly won't. We could have made something really extraordinary and we won't. We've been around one hundred thousand years. We'll have died out before the next two hundred. You know what we've got to look forward to?
You know what will define the next two hundred years? Religions will become brutalized; crime rates will become hysterical; everybody will become addicted to internet sex; suicide will become fashionable; there'll be famine; there'll be floods; there'll be fires in the major cities of the Western world. Our education systems will become battered. Our health services unsustainable; our police forces unmanageable; our governments corrupt. There'll be open brutality in the streets; there'll be nuclear war; massive depletion of resources on every level; insanely increasing third-world population. It's happening already. It's happening now.
Thousands die every summer from floods in the Indian monsoon season. Africans from Senegal wash up on the beaches of the Mediterranean and get looked after by guilty liberal holiday-makers. Somalians wait in hostels in Malta or prison islands north of Australia. Hundreds die of heat or fire every year in Paris. Or California. Or Athens. The oceans will rise. The cities will flood. The power stations will flood. Airports will flood. Species will vanish forever. Including ours. So if you think I'm worried by you calling me names, Bennet, you little, little boy, you are fucking kidding yourself.
Bennet: Blimey. That's a bit bleak, Chadwick.
Lilly: Ninety nine per cent of the young people in this country, William, and nobody ever says this, ninety nine percent of young people in this country do a really good job at the actual work of staying alive. They'll survive. Happily. They'll grow up. ~ That's not a bad thing, William. You know? What makes you think you're any different? What makes you think you're so special?
Bennett: Why is it that every single person in this school jdges everybody else by the level of their intelligence? Not by their wit. Not by their appearance. Not by their dress sense. Not by their taste in music. By how many 'A*'s they got at GCSE.
Bennet: Blimey. That's a bit bleak, Chadwick.
Lilly: Ninety nine per cent of the young people in this country, William, and nobody ever says this, ninety nine percent of young people in this country do a really good job at the actual work of staying alive. They'll survive. Happily. They'll grow up. ~ That's not a bad thing, William. You know? What makes you think you're any different? What makes you think you're so special?
Bennett: Why is it that every single person in this school jdges everybody else by the level of their intelligence? Not by their wit. Not by their appearance. Not by their dress sense. Not by their taste in music. By how many 'A*'s they got at GCSE.
