Why I want to meet Dane Cook
holy shit! have you seen this guy? he’s fucking sexy, and he’s hilarious.
what a bamf… rep the sufi, kids.
holy shit! have you seen this guy? he’s fucking sexy, and he’s hilarious.
what a bamf… rep the sufi, kids.
Edgar Allan Poe’s mysterious qualities make the darkest thoughts deeper than dark. He created beauty through fear, and captured me for eternity.
Jim Carrey has forever been my favorite funny man and actor for the life that he puts into every single character he’s played. His pizzaz, as I like to call it, is unique to only him, he is a comic genius, and I would love to meet him to tell him so.
Once upon a time in a galaxy far, far away, a girl asked her friend to take ballroom dancing lessons. Her friend was not very enthused, but went anyways because her family paid for her lessons as a gift. From there, the curious girl and her friend became quick learners and ”beautiful dancers”. They met tons of amazing people, grew a stronger bond and most importantly found something they love to do together. It is said their story will never end until their ultimate deaths… and so concludes part one of their journey…
remember when we drove around the square really fast like a billion times? and ate popcicles as we walked around? and honked at those guys? and were called dirty names in the taco hell? and learned how to dance together? and at first you never wanted to dance with me, but now it doesn’t even matter? and how andy dips us to the floor? and how you always wear polo shirts? and you bought me my shoes…? and i’m a permanent passenger in your vehicle(s)? and how we quote dane all the time? and how you’re the best friend i’ve ever had? i’m glad.
one time you picked me up and carried me around to do the waltz. it was spectacular. and then you figured out how to waltz with a three-legged alien/person. i’ve titled our dance cruwaltzing. k. bye. kylie.