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@rorytunes
I'm Rory, adult, I'm from Australia, I play guitar, I write songs, etc. Unreliable narrator, doomed music student, fake film buff, asinine philosopher, self deprecating in the unfunny way. This is my Rosencrantz and Guildenstern life
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Herbie Hancock trying to figure out how to fix a mixer, c. early 80s.
Time makes fond fools of us all
Me: Maybe I should rewatch Community or something like that. Get some mid-quality television into my corneas
The ghost of Orson Welles who's been haunting me for about half a week now: You ought to be watching some art you can learn from. None of the thoughts you are having are shot with any expression or clarity
The discarded cough drop wrapper underneath my bed: *crinkles*
See you can read this as an insufferable attempt to be funny in a surreal way but the truth is that this did actually happen. And genuinely in my greatest hour of distress Orson Welles appears in my mind with some cool and angular shots
Dont be very woried about me since i deserve all of this
i’m totally serious when i say i think marty knows ball
IWasBumpingIconaPop’sILoveItWhileSomeOfYouWereStillInHighChairs.IveBEENKnowingBall.YouAllNeedToReachMYLevel.
Lost Highway (1997) David Lynch
everyone is trying. to get to the bar…the name of the bar? the bar is called heaven….the band in heaven they play my favorite song..play it once again…play it all night long. heaven! heaven is a place! a place where nothing. nothing ever happens (x2) ….there is a party. everyone is there. everyone will leave. at exactly! the same time. it’s hard to imagine..that nothing at all…could be so exciting. could be so much fun. heaven! heaven is a place! a place where nothing. nothing ever happens (x2) when this kiss is over. it will start again. it will not be any different. it will be exactly the same. it’s hard to imagine! that nothing at all! could be so exciting! could be this much fun! heaven! heaven is a place! a place where nothing. nothing ever happens……heaven! heaven is a place! a place where nothing. nothing ever happens……………
When I get a lift from my friend, I have this bit where we wind down the window and i wear this stupid bushranger hat (akin to a cowboy), and whenever we see a person I wave and say hello in a stupid voice. Usually it makes them respond happily but yes, I am aware that this might make me a bad person, but that is irrelevant.
Whats relevant is that today I had my first class with a new lecturer - a film-adjacent class, no less - and it was really fun. The lecturer is quite soft spoken and shy, however. Anyways. We were driving home and we pass a tram stop and I do my bit. And naturally it is my lecturer who I have done it to. So really just more encouragement for me to drop out I think
I NEED a photoplayer
Angel by Drop Nineteens trust me
can i have everything
can i have anything
nothing wrong with me
May ^
this is objectively a top 10 funniest kinks image of all time. why would you choose such a jovial, airbrushed, slightly-ethereal image to have next to a homicidal quote from ray
