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So this guy that David Ferrer is playing is really attractive…I’m almost sad that David is figuratively disemboweling him right now? I mean, look at him. Shoot.

It’s summer guys: the tennis coverage is not going to be as, erm…technical…as it was in January.

And who are you, the proud lord said,
that I must bow so low?
Only a cat of a different coat,
that’s all the truth I know.
In a coat of gold or a coat of red,
a lion still has claws,
And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
as long and sharp as yours.
And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
that lord of Castamere,
But now the rains weep o’er his hall,
with no one there to hear.
Yes now the rains weep o’er his hall,
and not a soul to hear.

And it’s by The National! Ugh. A confluence of things I love.

suicideblonde:

David Bowie - Space Oddity

For here
Am I sitting in a tin can
Far above the world
Planet Earth is blue
And there’s nothing I can do

I’m all behind on my French Open watching because of travel, but I’m watching the first set between Potito Starace and Novak Djokovic right now, and it is getting me really really pumped. Potito is bringing it! This has been really enjoyable (and high-quality) for a first round match.

Rah!

Beautiful beezies in bows.

(On a related note: someone told me I looked like Brigitte Bardot at the beach on Memorial Day. Spoiler alert: never in my life have I looked like Brigitte Bardot. Maybe he meant my clothes? He was very drunk…but it still made me feel good about myself, so it goes on tumblr.)

Texts between me and my brother, part 25.

Bro: What province is her family from, Hunan? Is her father a holy man? Tell me, I must know these things!

Me: I WAS JUST TALKING TO SOMEONE ABOUT THAT MOVIE.

Bro: Excellent. I woke up with that line in my head.

Me: TWO girls with green eyes?!

Bro: They have both survived the burning blade...tamed the savage hearrrrrrt.

Me: I will marry them both! Then I will sacrifice Grace Law to appease Ching-Dai, and live out my earrrrrrthly pleasssssures with Mao-yin. Mwahahahahaha!

Bro: Amazing. Actually I think it's the emperor he appeases by killing Grace though.

Me: Dawg. You are so right. I can't believe I forgot that.

Texts between me and my brother, part 24.

Me: You're never allowed to get a motorcycle.

Bro: Oh, I know it. I ain't got no death wish.

Me: Cheers to that. Seriously though, I am sitting here listening to a horror story.

Bro: Dude, I believe it. No one ever tells "Yo, I had a great time on this motorcycle one time" stories.

Movies that currently describe my life: Leaving Las Vegas.

This is self-explanatory, although I am happy to be able to assure you all that my experience there did not mirror Nic Cage’s. Except perhaps for rampant alcohol consumption and hanging out with screenwriters? Except for that.

Chic to death.

Catherine Deneuve though: world’s most beautiful woman or world’s most beautiful woman?