David Foster Wallace was like, Art must be sincere! We must use every tool in the linguistic toolbox to cut through sentiment and dishonest cliche and build fresh ways to reveal the power and reality of unironized emotion.
And Mister Rogers was like, Basically the same thing, but without any shame or pretense or fear of sincerity.
(Source: marketwarriors)
The kiss at the end, I am dying.
(Source: space-nun, via shloobykitten)
- love yourself like kanye loves himself
- believe in yourself like kanye believes in himself
- know you’re the shit like kanye knows he’s the shit
Kanye is our role model around here.
(via slapslapkiss)
I’d like to point out that in this scene Peggy is having CRIPPLING emotional issues with an aspect of her body. Bobby is not only comfortable enough with his body to not give a fuck, he’s aware enough to use that to bring his mom up from what might be the lowest he’s ever seen her.
Bobby Hill is my spirit animal.
Reblogging because Diane needs to see this.
(via faysbook)
Murder By Death for some rock and roll feels that drown out everything in the office.
