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~Rebel WIthout A Cause~

Wanderlust-
The desire to travel; to understand one's very existence.

17. Name: Serendipity. Occupation: fuckin up. Loves: music, movies, animals, bubbles, sparkles. Hates: people and sour cream.

Leonardo DiCaprio’s version of Romeo’s speech at Juliet’s bier was so good it moved Claire Danes to tears, nearly ruining the scene. The moment the director yelled “cut!,” Danes smacked DiCaprio on the arm and said, “Don’t make me cry. I’m supposed to be comatose here!”

(via abovethesununderthesea)

It’s scary to find someone that makes you happy. You start giving them all of your attention because they’re what makes you forget everything bad that’s going on in your life. They’re the first person you want to talk to in the morning and the last one before you sleep just so you can start and end your day with a smile. It all sounds great to have that someone, but it’s scary to think about how easily they could just leave and take that happiness away too when they go.

(Source: nanananikii, via chicken-noodle-stoner)

perpetualwords: Fabienne: I wish I had a pot belly. Pot bellies are sexy.Butch: Well, you should be happy, because you have one.Fabienne: Shut up, fatso! I don’t have a pot. I have a bit of a tummy. Like Madonna when she did “Lucky Star”. It’s not the same thing.Butch: I didn’t know there was such a difference between a pot belly and a tummy.Fabienne: The difference is huge.Butch: Would you like it if I had a pot belly?Fabienne: No. Pot bellies make a man look either oafish or like a gorilla. But on a woman a pot belly’s very sexy. The rest of you is normal –normal face, normal legs, normal hips, normal ass–; but with a big, perfectly round pot belly. If I had one, I’d wear a T-shirt two sizes too small to accentuate it.Butch: You think men would find that attractive?Fabienne: I don’t give a damn what men find attractive. It’s unfortunate what we find pleasing to the touch and pleasing to the eye is seldom the same. — Pulp Fiction (1994).

perpetualwords:

Fabienne: I wish I had a pot belly. Pot bellies are sexy.
Butch: Well, you should be happy, because you have one.
Fabienne: Shut up, fatso! I don’t have a pot. I have a bit of a tummy. Like Madonna when she did “Lucky Star”. It’s not the same thing.
Butch: I didn’t know there was such a difference between a pot belly and a tummy.
Fabienne: The difference is huge.
Butch: Would you like it if I had a pot belly?
Fabienne: No. Pot bellies make a man look either oafish or like a gorilla. But on a woman a pot belly’s very sexy. The rest of you is normal –normal face, normal legs, normal hips, normal ass–; but with a big, perfectly round pot belly. If I had one, I’d wear a T-shirt two sizes too small to accentuate it.
Butch: You think men would find that attractive?
Fabienne: I don’t give a damn what men find attractive. It’s unfortunate what we find pleasing to the touch and pleasing to the eye is seldom the same.

— Pulp Fiction (1994).

(via springnymph)