Sad nom times #livelifetothenommest #youcantsitwithus @c_hrislim (at King’s Seafood Restaurant)
The characters of Wes Anderson's The Grand Budapest Hotel.
Watch the trailer here.
Even the staff started noticing our perpetual lateness #finallymadeit #breakfastvictory #livelifetothenommest #youcantsitwithus (at The Butcher’s Block)
#MAN I LOVE THIS MOMENT BECAUSE #THIS FILM IS NOT ABOUT SOPHIE FALLING IN LOVE WITH HOWL NOT REALLY #IT’S ABOUT SOPHIE FALLING IN LOVE WITH HERSELF #SOPHIE DISCOVERING THE FREEDOM TO BE WHO SHE IS AND LOVE IT #LIKE COULD YOU BE GIVING YOUNG GIRLS A BETTER MESSAGE#’LOVE YOURSELF BECAUSE YOU ARE FUCKING AWESOME’ #and there’s not bullshit about howl only being able to love her once she loved herself or having his love ‘cure’ her #howl and sophie love each other and help each other be the best versions of themselves they cuold possibly be #can you get a better love story than that
2: My daughter when we were home alone one night, “mommy, who’s that man on the ceiling?”
3: “The shadow man keeps talking to me at my window.”
4: I was reading a story to my daughter when she suddenly slammed it shut, point to the empty doorway, and screamed “you get out of here! You’ve killed enough people!”
5: “I need to get my hands on a giant penis so I can put this fire out all the way!”
6: “Daddy, when can we get rid of that kid hanging in my closet?” I asked her what she was talking about and she told me all about a teenage boy who was hanging by a belt around his neck in her closet. I went to her closet there was nothing there, and she said he only is there when I’m not around.
7: “There are three dead kids buried in our back yard. They told me where we can find them.”
8: My five year old son once looked up at me while we were watching a movie and said, “I think I remember coming out of your no-no.”
9: “Mommy, there’s a kid covered in blood in my bedroom and he won’t go away.”
10: My 4yo shook me awake one night and asked if she could sleep with me because tonight the old woman at the window was being mean for some reason.
11: An 8 year old I used to teach had a hard time with eye contact and appropriate touch. He looked me straight in the eyes one morning, not missing a beat, and told me, “you know, I think you’d look a lot better if you were dead in my basement.”
12: “Mom, why is that lady from the cemetery sitting in my room?”