The only thing left was a horn above the twisted snarks of her insanity
I am human and I need to be loved
—The smiths
Pocket Monster
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There was too much laughter; I couldn’t shoot. So I went out and bought 100 white handkerchiefs and said, “Stick this in your mouth.” And then, with Young Frankenstein, I bought 200—it was a bigger crew, a lot of people. I said, “If you’re not in the scene, take this handkerchief, and when you feel you’re going to laugh, shove this in your mouth.” And every once in a while, I’d be shooting a scene and I would turn, and I could see a sea of white handkerchiefs. So I said, “Okay, this is going to be funny. This is good.”
Mel Brooks does us the incredible honor of talking about his entire career and how he almost died making Spaceballs
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To be seen but not be seen
Oh my god, your driving me up the wall, I’m putting it here knowing full well you won’t see or read this but your actually making me have a headache, I’m sick of the pressure I’m sick of having you jump down my throat everytime I don’t reply to a text I’m sick of it all, you always want me and say you love me, in honesty you rushed things so fast that I honestly don’t think I love you back, your parents are on my case about you more than you know putting pressure on me that I don’t feel I deserve or need, my parents seem to think your the greatest thing ever and at first I thought that, at first I thought you were cool and sweet and happy and fun but now you just seem like a burden, the thought of you coming round makes me want to run and hide tbh I’d rather spend my birthday alone in my room than have to sit at a table and keep up a facade on my birthday I should at least get to just be me, earlier you asked me about 70 times what was wrong in the 8 times you rang, and you couldn’t just let it go when I said it wasn’t important, you couldn’t let it go when I said I didn’t want to talk about it, well here it is
Why do I care
“Like for a rate” “comment for a picture comment” why the fuck do I care what these fake girls think, why should I need my ego boosting by somebody who wears enough foundation to leave a hand print in, why do I find myself leaping on these statuses to fill my own self worth, this makes no sense I don’t care what they think in the end those words are forgotten, like most things
Brutal protector
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A conversation
Last night, I had a conversation, like a real one, no bullshitting no lying no needless boasting, just a nice conversation, laughs were had it was good, the best conversation in years thank you x
