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five likes and I’ll bring Andy back
I’m bringing him back anyway.
five likes and I’ll bring Andy back
❝He smiled understandingly-much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced–or seemed to face–the whole eternal world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey.❞
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❝Andy is sort of a silver haired [PAUSE.] slight man that wears dungarees and a sweater and some kind of a jacket. And, you really have the feeling that he might be blind and that it’s really hard for him to see. And that he’s very fragile. Oh [PAUSE.] one eyebrow is silver and the other one is grey. [PAUSE.] I mean, I’ve never seen anybody that looks like him, really I haven’t.❞
Independent selective Andy Warhol.
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❝Andy is sort of a silver haired [PAUSE.] slight man that wears dungarees and a sweater and some kind of a jacket. And, you really have the feeling that he might be blind and that it’s really hard for him to see. And that he’s very fragile. Oh [PAUSE.] one eyebrow is silver and the other one is grey. [PAUSE.] I mean, I’ve never seen anybody that looks like him, really I haven’t.❞
Independent selective Andy Warhol.
I’m thinking about archiving this blog and moving it since the activity has stopped working, 45% of my followers are spam, I still have embarrassing posts from when I was 14 here and we all just need a fresh start.
my friends r so talented. rb if ur friends are talented
Edie Sedgwick, photographed by Fred Eberstadt, 1965
Chillin at Dorothy Dean’s apartment. photo taken in 1965 by Stephen Shore.
of all our games, love’s play is the only one which threatens to unsettle the soul
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stand by me starters
starter sentences from the movie stand by me ( 1986 ) includes homophobic & ablest slurs, language and neglect. feel free to change pronouns / names to fit your muses!
“I was twelve going on thirteen when I saw my first dead human being.” “Hey, I’m French.” “Your garbage cans are empty and your dog is pregnant.” “Piss up a rope!” “One time he held [name]’s ear to a stove and almost burned it off.” “You foureyed pile of shit!” “Go ahead, keep laughing.” “Knock the secret knock!” “Come on you guys, open up!” “I ran all the way home” “Screw you guys!” “He’s been drinking a lot, lately.” “So what are you pissing and moaning about??” “Make your draw, shitheap.” “What, who cares?” “Big fucking deal!” “I think we should tell the cops.” “You don’t go squawking to the cops after you boosted a car, you idiot.” “We should make an anonymous call.” “We’ll be heroes!” “What’ll we tell our folks?” “That’s a plan and a half.” “Shit yeah!” “it’s a good luck cap.” “Come here, come here, give me a hug.” “[Name] isn’t a thief.” “He stole the milk money at school. He’s a thief in my book.” “Jesus!” “You swear?” “Pinky swear?” “You bastard! Leggo of me!” “See’ya later, girls.” “What do we need a pistol for, anyway?” “I bought a comb.” “Well, if we get on TV, we wanna look good, don’t we?” “Maybe we should hitchhike.” “No way, that sucks.” “Hey, I’m kind of hungry, who’s got the food?” “Oh shit! Did anybody bring anything?” “Well, this is great. What are we supposed to do? Eat our feet?” “Just like the beach in Normandy. [imitates tank noises]” “Don’t need no babysitter.” “Skin it.” “Shit, I’m out, goddamn it.” “Why don’t you tell me something I don’t know, asshole?” “That’d be an unofficial game.” “What’s with you homos?” “Stand back, men! Paratroops over the side!” “Ah, that’s so funny I forgot to laugh.” “He won’t live to twenty, I bet.” “Hey, I’ll race ya’!” “Right to the pump, man. Come on.” “I’m – I’m kind of tired.” “You’re a dead man!” “Have you guys been watching the Mickey Mouse Club lately?” “I think Annette’s tits are getting bigger.” “Annette’s tits are great!” “Uh – sic balls!” “It’s a quarter after one.” “Does the word ‘retarded’ mean anything to you?” “Don’t call me any of your mother’s pet names.” “Finding new and preferably disgusting ways to degrade a friend’s mother was always held in high regard.” “Here you go, kid.” “Come on, Choppy! Kiss my ass, Choppy! Kiss my ass! Come on bite shit! Come on, Choppy, sic balls, Choppy!” “Stop teasing that dog!” “I’ll beat your ass teasing my dog like that!” “Don’t you call me that, you little tin-weasel peckerwood loony’s son!” “My father stormed the beach at Normandy.” “He’s crazier than a shithouse rat.” “You call my dad a loony again and I’ll kill you.” “I’m gonna rip your head off and shit down your neck!” “You come on and try it, you little slimy bastard!” “I’m sorry if I’m spoiling everybody’s good time.” “She’s a Catholic, man.” “I bet you a thousand bucks they find him before that!” “Yeah, that’s when a cigarette tastes best: after supper.” “D'you think I’m weird?” “It’s asshole if your friends drag you down! You hang with us, you’ll be just another wise guys with shit for brains.” “Fuck writing! I don’t wanna be a writer! It’s stupid! It’s a stupid waste of time!” “Bulltrue.” “Oh gee, thanks, dad!” “This is what we got for you, kid, try not to lose it. But kids lose everything unless there’s someone there to look after them. And if your parents are too fucked up to do it then maybe I should.” “And while you guys are dragging your candy-asses half way across the state and back I’ll be waiting for you on the other side, relaxing with my thoughts.” “You use your left hand or your right hand for that?” “TRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIN!” “Why don’t you eat your dick? It would be a small meal.” “Noting like a smoke after a meal.” “I cherish these moments. “Oh yeah, my cousin’s like that, sincerely. She weighs over three hundred pounds. Supposed to be Hyboid Gland or something. Well I don’t know about any Hyboid Glands, but what a blimp. No shit she looks like a Thanksgiving turkey. And you know this one time –” “Are you alright, young man?” “Maybe he went home and celebrated with a couple of cheeseburgers.” “Alright, alright. Mickey’s a mouse. Donald’s a duck. Pluto’s a dog. What’s Goofy?” “I knew the sixty-four thousand dollars question was fixed. There’s no way anybody can know that much about opera.” “God, that’s weird. What the hell is Goofy?” “Gimme the gun. I’ll take the first watch. Twenty-three hundred hours. Corporal [first name, last name] stands guard. No sign of the enemy. The fort is secure.” “You were dreaming.” “Jeeze, [name]. Why couldn’t you get some breakfast stuff like twinkies and root beer?” “Get in the fucking car! Now! Let’s go.” “Hahaha! You flinched! Two for flinching!” “Is it me or are you the world’s biggest pussy?” “I suppose this is fun for you.” “This is my age! I’m in the prime of my youth and I’ll only be young once!” “It’s a leech. Leeches! Jesus Christ! Get them off!” “What are you, his mother?” “You let him beat you ya’, cock knocker! Hahahaha!” “The kid wasn’t sick. The kid wasn’t sleeping. The kid was dead.” “I’m no good. My dad said it, I’m no good.” “Son of a bitch, my little brother!” “You little keyhole-peeping cuntlicking bungwipe, we’ll beat the shit outta you!” “Your ass is grass!” “Hold it. Okay, [last name], you little faggot. This is your last chance. What do you say, kid?” “Why don’t you go home and fuck your mother some more.” “Suck my fat one, you cheap dime-store hood. “Oh, guys, I better get home before my mom puts me out on ten most wanted list.” “I’m never gonna get out of this town, am I?” “Gimme some skin.” “He died almost instantly.”
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