miss job hunting back in the day when you could just ride into town on a horse and be like “i’m a doctor” and everybody was like “cool no need to see if that checks out or anything”
when megan fox said “my tit” (as her dying words) on Jennifer’s Body it changed the entire cinematic experience after 2009. no other movie had captured the millennial death experience better. in this essay I will-
when megan fox said “my tit” (as her dying words) on Jennifer’s Body it changed the entire cinematic experience after 2009. no other movie had captured the millennial death experience better. in this essay I will-
people who prefer other platforms have been dumping on facebook for abt a decade now (rightfully so) and while i agree, i miss old facebook and how people would mainly post personal blurbs there instead of jst endlessly sharing other people’s content. in like 2012 or something, i remember some girl a few classes behind me posted a status that said something to the effect of “watching cars 2… tired of all the fake bitches…” and I’m never going to forget it for the rest of my life bc of the implication that lightning mcqueen is a fake bitch. which he is, actually. pass it on.
film makers are already fighting over who gets the rights to make a movie about that soccer team that got trapped in a cave i swear to god they’re like vultures
news report: 500 babies dangling precariously from the edge of a volcano
