“A minute ago she wanted to go home but since you ignored her, she got depressed and had some gazpacho…Yes. It was spiked with barbiturates. Sorry.”—Pepa (Carmen Maura), Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown (dir: Pedro Almodovar)
“At night I think of my piano and its ocean grave. And sometimes of myself floating above it. Down there everything is so still and silent that it lulls me to sleep. It is a weird lullaby, and so it is. It is mine. There is a silence where hath be no sound. There is a silence where no sound may be in the cold grave under the deep, deep sea.”—Ada McGrath, The Piano - (dir. Jane Campion)
“The Uncertainty Principle. It proves we can’t ever really know what’s going on. But even though you can’t figure anything out, you will be responsible for it on the mid-term.”—Larry Gopnik, A Serious Man - dir: Joel & Ethan Coen
And then there are the lyrics: “Don’t stop, make it pop, DJ blow my speakers up, tonight Imma fight, ‘til I see the sunlight” … The lyrics mean nothing; the song is about nothing. Even the bridge of “Tik Tok” sounds like a bridge that’s making fun of a bridge.
Bottom line: This is not a good song. But it sounds enough like a good pop song that it’s hard to tell the difference.
“(864): So i guess my mom went into the kitchen and asked me why i was making mac and cheese at 4 in the morning and apparently i yelled at her to “get the fuck back bitch you don’t know my life””—Texts From Last Night (via rebeccaaaa)