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Two Door Cinema Club

—Changing of the Seasons

id-somnia:

Changing of the Seasons by Two Door Cinema Club

And when you say you won’t forget me,
Well I can tell you that’s untrue,
‘cause every day since you left me,
I’ve thought less and less of you.

And I’ve worn out all the reasons
To keep on knocking at your door;
Could be the changing of the seasons,
But I don’t love you anymore.

So catchy

Running on a glass of Coke, a 10-minute power nap, and fear -_____-

I should really start drinking coffee. ._.

Ew, I have a huge pimple on my chin. 

yay for incoherent thoughts

bradleysbumchin:

it’s been exactly 10 years since Rachel got off that plane and I’m still not over it.

this is how you end a show. you don’t give the audience exactly what they want, or take it completely away from them either, you leave them with the idea of what could be

you don’t throw all sanity to hell in the hopes of going out with a bang, you go out with a warm hug and a thank you 

you don’t give the characters the perfect dream ending, you give them something better

and this is how you end a show that is so powerful, people are still emotional about it 10 years after it ends.

(Source: transponsters, via inappropriatesidekick)

imsirius:

The thing that I keep saying about the movie is that it resides in the place where most romantic comedies elide – most of the time they show two people coming together via montage; I even did it in my movie. I was sort of sending it up, but that’s it: you watch two people fall in love but you don’t actually know what they’re saying or what’s drawing them to each other. It’s sort of a foregone conclusion, and I like that this movie dwells in the realm of ‘Why do two people like each other?’ ”  Zoe Kazan on What If

(via fuckyeahharrypotter)

butttsoup:

I was having a frustrating night at work: my students weren’t talking, they weren’t listening or doing their work. I came back from break to find this on my desk from my (obviously with reason) favourite student. This is why, even at it’s worst, at the end of the day I love what I do.

ANG LANDI NAMAN NG STUDENT NA TO HAHAHAHHAHA JK

butttsoup:

I was having a frustrating night at work: my students weren’t talking, they weren’t listening or doing their work. I came back from break to find this on my desk from my (obviously with reason) favourite student. This is why, even at it’s worst, at the end of the day I love what I do.

ANG LANDI NAMAN NG STUDENT NA TO HAHAHAHHAHA JK

(via openabookstartanadventure)