"..."

etta place: butch?
butch cassidy: hmm.
etta place: do you ever wonder if i'd met you first, we'd be the ones to get involved?
butch cassidy: but we are involved, etta. don't you know that? i mean you are riding on my bicycle - in some arabian countries that's the same as being married.

song of the day (*hugs* edition)

because love isn't about who you're with or who hurt who the most. when the chips are down and their backs against the wall, you just want them to know that they are loved. and hopefully, that makes a difference.


and for those who care too much about their eardrums to actually listen to bob dylan, check out this completely beautiful rendition by adele -

i wanna watch...

Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Ooh, but I still smell her.
[inhales deeply through nose]
Lt. Col. Frank Slade: Women! What can you say? Who made 'em? God must have been a fuckin' genius. The hair... They say the hair is everything, you know. Have you ever buried your nose in a mountain of curls... just wanted to go to sleep forever? Or lips... and when they touched, yours were like... that first swallow of wine... after you just crossed the desert. Tits. Hoo-ah! Big ones, little ones, nipples staring right out at ya, like secret searchlights. Mmm. Legs. I don't care if they're Greek columns... or secondhand Steinways. What's between 'em... passport to heaven. I need a drink. Yes, Mr Sims, there's only two syllables in this whole wide world worth hearing: pussy. Hah! Are you listenin' to me, son? I'm givin' ya pearls here.

lyrics of the day

now who can stop the music runnin through these veins
infinitely go against the grain, that's why my motto's to..

never do....what they do, what they do, what they do...

-the roots ft. raphael saadiq (what they do)