god.yes!
“some velvet morning when i’m straight…”
that’s how i’m feeling lately. just waiting for everything to be perfect. it’s getting there. i cant keep focusing on how, or when, or why the bottom will fall out. i need to keep looking up. no more self-fulfilling prophecies of doom gloom misery and sadness. no-siree- bob. just easy mornings. and hot blonds. and moustaches. and horses.
seriously, it’s been a long time since i’ve been depressed like i used to be.
Use it on your sister and her dumb friends.
Sublimely perfect 90s.
totally looks like a comercial you’d see on nickelodeon between hey dude and salute your shorts. exept, you know, ipods.
yep. this is a gem.
Bruce Willis Seagrams Commercial (Singing on Porch) (via halstead21)
i love the comment on this: “isnt he…a gay?”
in face he is a gaybear. and does softcore porn.
how did i not know about this? this is awesome!
Twitter is where I get you drunk and talk you into coming home with me. Tumblr is where I lock the door and force you to look at my antique moth collection.
how i spend my friday night: with this and vodka.
and by this i mean star trek generations.
my mom called my brother “boy tut” growing up, and before she’d put him to be. she’d sing this song. all in all, classic steve martin. classic my family.
