Just a heads up! - The Oscar Bait : Since I’m not available to all the software and desktop that I use to make screenshots for this Tumblr at the moment (don’t worry I’ll start it up as s...
I think this reign of terror is over. At least I hope so. I think this may be a sign? Maybe my Tumblr is telling me to come back. And I think that’s what I’ll do. Expect something from me soo...
I feel like no one’s going to read this because it will vanish within the flood of the Atonement songs, however I would like to say that in a matter of a couple of hours I managed to lose thous...
I have no idea why or how this continuous spam of that fuckin Atonement song came to be, but I apologize for the chaos. I’m currently limited to Tumblr right now because I’m mobile at the mom...
Rushmore, 1998
> Miss Cross: Well, you pulled it off. > Max: It went okay. At least nobody got hurt. > Miss Cross: Except for you. > Max: Nah. I didn’t get hurt that b...
> Max: “Maybe we’ll meet again someday, when the fighting > stops.” Rushmore, 1998
Rushmore, 1998
> Max: “I’d have shot you in the other ear, but it got blown off a > long time ago.” Rushmore, 1998
Rushmore, 1998
> Max: “That’s the Perfect Attendance Award and the Punctuality > Award. I got those at Rushmore. I thought you could choose which one > you like more, and you cou...
Rushmore, 1998
Rushmore, 1998
> Miss Cross: Edward has more spark and character and imagination in > one fingernail than Herman Blume has in his entire body. > Max: One dead fingernail. > Mis...
> Max: Are you okay? > Mr. Blume: I’m a little bit lonely these days. Rushmore, 1998
> Mr. Blume: “Hey amigo.” Rushmore, 1998
Rushmore, 1998
> Mr. Blume: You said you wanted to meet to put an end to this > nonsense. > Max: Oh, yeah. I was gonna try and have that tree over there fall > on you. > ...
> Miss Cross: What do you really think is going to happen between us? > You think we’re going to have sex? > Max: That’s kind of a cheap way to put it. > ...
Here Comes My Baby by Cat Stevens > In the midnight moonlight I’ll be walking a long and lonely mile. > And every time I do, I keep seeing this picture of you. > > ...