1. There's nothing quite like sitting at the counter of a diner sharing a milkshake with the cutest boy you know.

    Especially when he is four years old and everyone else in the diner thinks you are his mother.

  2. thecoastisclear:

(via citysparkle)
Beyond charming.

When do we make this?!

    thecoastisclear:

    (via citysparkle)

    Beyond charming.

    When do we make this?!

  3. “6:15 — TXT from Mom
    7 — Wake up groggy from a dream about driving a Zamboni”
    An old note to myself
  4. “Alice,
    I think that our Osric! spinoff should be a musical. Thank you so much for your creativity and energy, as well as for your understanding of this knotty and difficult play. You were truly an in^valuable asset to our cast.
    Yours, yours,
    -Rob”

    A letter I just found from the “director” of a production of Hamlet I did.

    Things I love about it: 1. Faux-pretentiousness 2. The blatant attempt to gloss over the out-and-out fight we had had two days prior 3. The telling mistake that he tried to correct with a carrot when he actually wrote “You were truly an valuable asset to our cast”.

  5. From the Wire

    fuckyeahlordoftherings:

    ‘Back now to the Mountain!’ cried Thorin. ‘We have little time to lose.’

    ‘And little food to use!’ cried Bilbo

    - The Hobbit

    Speaking of dramatic teenage moments…

  6. IMPORTANT MEMORY:

    katiecoyle:

    Alice Yorke, age 15, in a history class debate about abortion being dominated by the insufferable young man who would later be our valedictorian, with only a few seconds left on the clock, whips out a coat hanger as a shock tactic, making everyone in the room (except for her friends, who knew this was coming and in some cases [mine] skipped lunch to watch) extremely uncomfortable.

    That young man later wrote a paper in our English class in which he referred to me as a “red-headed Mike Tyson, hitting below the belt.” TheCoastisClear later made me a pin out of a plastic ear.

  7. stillawannablessedbe:

    Also, this is in Studio 54! Living in NYC is like living in a movie sometimes.

    Spotted at the opera tonight: Charles Isherwood and Christian Siriano

    Then I got into a cab that T.R. Knight was getting out of. When my friend told the cabbie that someone famous had just been in his cab he said, “Oh really? You know why I didn’t know he was famous? He didn’t tip me.”

  8. Last time I went to the opera

    This is what I wore:

    • Green dress
    • Purple shoes
    • Red coat
    • Orange scarf
    • Yellow gloves
    • Blue purse

    I’ve decided to dress a little more monochromatic this time.

  9. Time to play dress up.

    Sorry Pittsburgh church, it takes too long to get to you.